Take One (Cruelty of Fate) • chapter 3 • 7K (Patreon)

It’s the first time since filming started that he’s felt the need for a cigarette.

He promised himself to stop, get in good condition for the role of Iseul, but here he is, looking in his suitcase for that package he brought just in case it’d get really rough.

Ah, he’s weak..

It’s just that being friends with Jimin is difficult. Because Jimin’s friendship is touchy, giggly, flirty. No, he doesn’t lay it on thick anymore, but he still makes comments on how well Jeongguk is acting and how good his body looks and he’s still touching his hair and squeezing his bicep and making those eyes at him.

They’re all right on the line of suspicious or just teasing. Namjoon would argue that Jimin touches his hair for fun, shouldn’t read into it. Yoongi would argue that Jimin is gay. Jeongguk is kind of stuck in the middle.

Jimin is just a natural flirt, it probably comes with the friendship. But man, it makes his stomach fill with butterflies.

He sighs out a puff of smoke. He’s actually not allowed to smoke during the whole filming period, but he needs it right now.

“Jeongukie?”

Jeongguk quickly hides his cigarette behind his back, looking like a deer in the headlights when Jimin approaches him. The older tuts and shakes his head at him.

“Smoking in secret?”

Jeongguk’s shoulders sag and he removes his hand from his back.

“Don’t tell Seungho..”

Jimin doesn’t respond, just watches him with a twinkle in his eye. It’s like he loves watching him squirm. Then he hums like he’s not sure, sucks in a sharp breath.

“Only if I can have a drag.”

Oh, he hadn’t expected Jimin to smoke. Jeongguk blinks a few times.

“I have another cigarette if you want hyung.”

He says, even though he’s already reaching his hand out.

“Oh no, I stopped, but occasionally..”

Jimin takes his cigarette, brings it to his lips and takes a drag. He looks good, elegant with Jun-seo’s suit on. Jeongguk feels his ears burn up a little as he takes a mental picture of the moment.

Jimin looks at the cigarette, nodding as if he likes the taste.

“Marlboro?”

“Yeah.”

Jimin takes another drag, even though he said he only needed one.

“Sorry.” Jimin says as he blows out the smoke, then hands him back his cigarette. “Missed it.”

“It’s fine.” He wants to offer him a cigarette again, but if Jimin stopped he shouldn’t encourage him. “I didn’t take you for the type to smoke.”

“I’m not.” Jimin agrees. “Had a bit of a rough time in the past and the person who took care of me smoked a lot.”

Jeongguk tries not to think of how Jimin just took a drag of the same cigarette as he brings it back to his lips.

“So, that person made you smoke too?”

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, looking out over the trailer camp. “When I went away, I started missing it. It reminds me of that time when I felt safe.”

It sounds like an ex-lover. Jeongguk is pretty sure. And the way Jimin doesn’t specify their gender makes Jeongguk strongly believe it was a guy.

Maybe he’s delusional.

“You don’t feel safe now?”

Jeongguk asks instead.

Jimin turns to look at him, gives him a small apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I’m sharing personal things.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. We’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

It feels weird to say that they’re friends. Jimin is 10 years older than him. They’re not really supposed to be friends. But, it is what Jimin wanted, and it’s better than feeling like he’s just an acquaintance or younger brother.

“You’re so cute.”

Jimin says, grabs his cheek and pinches it.

Oof. Back to cute. What happened to hot?

Jeongguk grimaces, corners of his mouth pulling down as he shakes Jimin’s hand off him. That attitude always makes Jimin laugh, makes him come even closer, he enjoys making him suffer.

“My adorable little Jeonggukie.”

Jimin caresses through his hair then, and Jeongguk gives him a look. He’s not having it today, this behaviour is driving him insane. He grabs Jimin’s wrist, pulls his hand away from his hair.

“I’m not that little, as you know.”

He says, reminding Jimin that he called his cock big some time ago.

Something flashes in Jimin’s eyes, and then his gaze drops down, taking him in from bottom to top. Jeongguk’s ears burn immediately at the slightest bit of attention. The slightest bit of recognition that he is, in fact, not a fucking kid.

“Mm.. I remember.”

Jimin says, voice a little lower. It’s usually so airy and wispy, but when it gets low like this it sends shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. It’s such a turn on.

Fuck.

Friends.

They’re friends.

Friends do not get half-hard at the sound of their friend’s voice.

Jeongguk swallows and lets go of Jimin’s wrist, cheeks burning up.

“Good.”

He says, clearing his throat, looking away. Jimin clears his throat as well, doesn’t say another thing for a whole minute.

“I’m uh.. gonna get going to the location..”

Jimin says, and Jeongguk nods.

“Same. I think we’re both on set today.”

“Right.”

Right..

———————

The kitchen scene.

Why is today the kitchen scene.

Jeongguk swallows as he reads through his script, even though he knows literally every last line and every detail from this scene. He’s so nervous, hands trembling as he flips the page.

Because it’s an explicit scene, they have a mandatory meeting beforehand about how comfortable they are with what will be shown in the scene, and if they want any type of padding or maybe even a double to play certain parts.

Both he and Jimin chose to do it without any padding or doubles, so it’s really gonna be Jimin’s crotch directly against his ass. And he knows Jimin and he are supposed to be just friends, but he can’t pretend that this isn’t gonna have an impact on him. He’s already burning up just reading the scene.

This is gonna send him down the same rabbit hole as that kiss scene, isn’t it? Jimin is probably going to come to his trailer again to tell him that maybe they should not be friends if he can’t keep his dick soft around him.

Ah, fuck.

He looks up, finds Jimin staring directly at him. He seems nervous too, biting his lower lip, arms wrapped around himself as if he’s trying to comfort himself. It’s his favourite scene.. maybe that’s why he’s nervous.

Jeongguk slaps his own cheek a few times. He needs to get it together for Jimin. Nothing can go wrong. Jimin probably wants to get it done in one take, so he needs to shut his brain off.

It’s about Iseul. Not him.

“Alright, Jimin, Jeongguk!”

Seungho calls.

Fuck.

Jeongguk is shaking slightly as he gets in position. He takes a few calming breaths, trying to become Iseul, trying to let go of his own feelings.

“And, action!”

Jeongguk opens his eyes, and all nerves fade. Jimin is in the kitchen, trying to make something, but as Jun-seo never really does things like that, he’s struggling. Iseul is enjoying it tremendously.

“Can I help, sir?”

He asks, sliding his hand over the counter as he slowly approaches Jimin.

Jimin startles, a little embarrassed he’s caught. He’s nervous as well, being so close to Iseul, it’s always bad news. After that kiss, Jun-seo has tried to stay away or make sure there’s always someone else in the room.

Jeongguk looks at the ingredients on the counter, and hums to himself.

“Making cocktails?”

“My wife asked me to.”

Ah, right. Jun-seo’s wife is sitting right outside by the swimming pool. Jeongguk looks at her through the glass door, sees that she’s lost in her phone as per usual. Good. That’s the opportunity he needs.

“Let me.”

He says, sliding in front of Jimin, brushing his ass against his crotch. It sends a shock of electricity down his spine, but he has to pretend he can’t feel it. Even though his body is so aware of it, his ass pressing right against Jimin’s clothed cock.

Focus.

Jimin’s breath hitches behind him, and Jeongguk smirks to himself. In reality, he’s dying inside, but this is Iseul, who’s a little brat. He stands on his toes to grab a shaker from the top cabinet, making sure to brush against Jimin when he comes back down on his feet.

Jimin is breathing quite heavily behind him, but he isn’t moving away. Instead he leans in a little, close to the nape of his neck, breathes in his scent, which is not in the books.

Jeongguk loses his composure a little as he feels Jimin nose along his neck, eyes wide, heartbeat picking up.

Shit. He needs to stay focused. Iseul is supposed to be in control. Jeongguk licks his lips as he opens a drawer, grabbing the utensils he needs while pressing back against Jimin’s front.

There’s a soft breathy moan from behind him, and fuck, does it sound real.

“Can you grab some of those round glasses, sir?”

“Y-yeah.”

Jimin sounds so breathless already, and Jeongguk is hanging on by a thread, trying to stop the blood rushing down.

Jimin’s hand curls around his hip, purposely brushes against his ass as he walks past him to another cabinet. When he comes back with the glasses, he does the same thing, as though there’s no space in the big kitchen, and it’s all just accidental touches.

Jeongguk looks over his shoulder, sees Jimin’s flushed face as he hands him the glasses, and it almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He’s such a good actor, just his facial expression is enough to make Jeongguk’s mouth water.

“These? Or- or other ones?”

Jimin asks, needing an excuse to go back and forth, to brush against him. Jeongguk plays along.

“You can show me the other ones too, sir.”

Jimin nods a little frantically, as he goes to the cabinet just so he can brush past him, just for that little moment where he can press his dick against his ass.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip as he starts cutting up some fruits for in the shaker, waiting for Jimin to come back to him.

“What about these?”

“Mm, those are better. I’ll bring these back.”

Jeongguk says, rubbing up against Jimin as he takes the first pair of glasses back to the cabinet. Jimin follows him, holds his hip as he’s trying to put the glasses back in, standing on his toes. All those subtle little touches, as if Jun-seo is just trying to help, but nothing is further from the truth.

God, he can feel it.

Jimin is getting hard, slowly.

He can feel the pressure of it, a hard cock right against the cleft of his ass. Blood rushes up to his cheeks as he stands back on his feet. He stays there a little too long, enjoying the feeling. He’s supposed to be a tease, walk away a bit faster so that Jimin keeps on following. But it feels so good, and Jimin improvises along with him, moves his hips slowly, grinds against him.

This is a turning point in the book, as Jun-seo has been impotent until this moment.

“Iseul..”

Jimin breathes out, makes him shudder. He forces himself to walk back to the counter, pretty sure his face is bright red as he starts to put the ingredients in the shaker.

Jimin waits a little longer before he approaches again, both hands now curling around his hips, looking over his shoulder.

Jeongguk swallows, almost forgets his line, but Jimin pinches his hip and he remembers.

“I’ll show you how to make it, sir. Then you can do it next time.. for your wife.”

“Yeah.. show me.”

Jimin whispers, dragging his hard cock over his ass. Jeongguk feels his own cock chubbing up in his swimming trunks, and he can’t help but rub back a little bit, even though he isn’t supposed to.

“You have to chop the fruits and put them in the shaker with ice.”

“Mmh.”

Jimin hums right next to his ear, and it could very well be a moan. He’s not brushing against him anymore, he’s properly grinding, finally gaining some pleasure out of his usually malfunctioning cock.

“And then-“ Jeongguk has to bite his lip not to moan. “And then you add the vodka, a little more than prescribed, you’re a big drinker after all.”

“Yes, go on.”

Jimin encourages, one hand sliding around Jeongguk’s hip to his front, running over his abs, the other grabbing his ass cheek, as he ghosts his lips over his neck.

Fuck, that’s not in the book.

Jeongguk gasps, his cock pressing against his stomach, nice and hard. He’s not going to be able to get through this fucking scene if Jimin keeps getting bolder and going off-script.

“Are you even listening, sir?”

He asks, also off-script.

“Mmh, I’m a big drinker.. add the vodka for me boy.”

Jimin grabs his hand, and brings it to the vodka bottle. Jeongguk is trembling a little, as Jimin keeps adding improvised lines that make it harder to breathe. He pours the vodka into the shaker, feeling Jimin pick up the pace of his grinding.

“And- and then add some juice.”

Jeongguk tries to listen to his own commands, because his mind is going numb with the way Jimin is using his body for his own pleasure. The sound of him panting right next to his ear, those soft moans that he can’t help. And then the fact that his wife is right outside that glass door, blissfully unaware.

“And then you add the ice and shake it.”

Jimin presses a kiss right under his ear, which is not in the book, just like all the kisses that follow, down over his neck, to his shoulder.

Jeongguk is on fucking fire as he fights to keep his eyes open. He grabs the shaker in his hands, hoping the cold will wake him up a bit. But as he starts to shake it, Jimin’s hand slowly makes its way to the front of his swimming trunks, hand sliding down over his bulge.

“Fuck.”

Jeongguk curses, hips jerking forward into Jimin’s hand, and Jimin hums against his ear as if he’s pleased to find he’s hard.

“What else, Iseul?”

Not in the book.

Jeongguk is gonna burst.

“Just- just shake it like this for a bit.”

He says, even though he can barely shake the fucking thing, he’s all putty in Jimin’s hands.

Can’t believe he’s being humped by the fucking hottest man alive, being used to please him. And Jimin is touching him too, which is not supposed to be in this scene. But his hand is cupping his cock over the fabric

of his swimming trunks and Jeongguk can’t help but fuck against it, needing that friction.

“And then?”

Jimin asks, pushing him harder against the counter. His cock so hard, digging into his ass crack, as if he’s trying to fuck him through his clothes. Jeongguk moans accidentally, feels tears in his eyes with how horny he is. Then he casts a glance outside, afraid Jimin’s wife might have heard that sound.

“I said: and then?”

Jimin repeats for him, and Jeongguk puts the shaker down on the counter, panting as he tries to remember what the fuck his next line is. He can’t remember.

He just looks at the shaker, his cock leaking as he remembers he’s supposed to pour the drinks, but he’s holding onto the edge of the counter for dear life.

“The- the lid. You need to open it immediately, because- because of the pressure.”

Jimin squeezes his cock, and Jeongguk moans again, eyes closing in pleasure, hanging his head as he reaches for the lid of the shaker. Jimin moans as well, grinding against him harder, then fisting his hand in his hair and pulling on it.

Jeongguk can’t function, he wants Jimin’s dick up his ass, he wants it so bad.

“F-fuck me- please- fuck me.”

He begs, going completely off-script.

“Come on Iseul, open the lid.”

Jimin pants, sounding like he’s not in a much better state. Jeongguk reaches for the lid blindly, rutting against Jimin’s hand as he feels his orgasm nearing. He’s gonna come on set. He’s gonna come in his pants.

When he opens it, the pressure that build up inside the shaker makes the juice spurt out, and that’s the exact moment he comes.

His eyes roll back at the feeling of Jimin relentlessly dry fucking him, and he moans loudly, as he feels his orgasm thunder through his body. He bucks harshly into Jimin’s hand, and he hopes Jimin can feel his cum through the fabric of his swimming trunks. He wants to dirty Jimin’s hand, wants to make sure he’s marked him in some way.

He’s not sure if Jimin comes for real, or if he’s faking it, but the sounds he makes are so fucking good that Jeongguk’s ears ring afterwards.

And then Jimin squeezes his cock, feeling him up as if hoping he really made him come, checking if he’s creamed his pants.

“Good boy.”

Jimin whispers, off-script, making Jeongguk tremble in pleasure.

He wants to know if Jimin came too, but before he can turn around and check, the director yells cut.

———————

The day goes on dreadfully long after that scene. Jeongguk is out of focus, completely dazed with what just happened. He had apologised to the staff and Seungho about his accident on set, but Seungho had only enthusiastically said it made the scene come out absolutely perfect.

Jimin had left the set almost immediately after, no more scenes to film today. Usually he sticks around and watches Jeongguk’s scenes, but he’s nowhere in sight. Not in his dressing room, not when he’s in his make-up chair, not even at lunch.

Jeongguk hangs his head with a sigh.

“You look like a kicked puppy, what’s going on? The kitchen scene was a one-taker, isn’t that great?”

Jiyeon asks.

“I know.” Jeongguk nods, blood rushing up his neck at the whole thing replaying in his head. “I’m glad but..”

“Jimin?”

Jiyeon asks, not even elaborating.

Jeongguk nods again.

“Is he avoiding you?”

“I think so.. I.. don’t know if the scene, and my accident..”

“He wouldn’t care about an accident like that, trust me.”

There’s something comforting about that as much as there’s something uncomfortable about that. If Jimin doesn’t care that much, does that mean he’s made other’s come on set as well?

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, tries to push the thoughts away.

“But usually he sticks around, watches my other scenes..”

“Maybe he just needs some time, it’s his favourite scene after all, he might just be reflecting on it in his trailer.”

Jeongguk hums, a little dejected. He can’t help but shake the feeling that he did something wrong. Even though Jimin is the one who pushed him to the edge, made him come on set. Somehow it feels like punishment that Jimin isn’t here for his other scenes.

It doesn’t make any sense, why would Jimin go out of his way, go off-script to make him come, and then just leave?

Was it all just for the scene again? Just like last time?

“Ah..”

He hangs his head in his hands, looks at the table.

“Come on my little star, if you’re that confused, why don’t you just visit Jimin’s trailer? I’ll cover for you, tell Seungho you needed a moment. He’ll understand.”

Jiyeon says, resting her hand on his shoulder.

Jeongguk looks at her genuine smile and he warms up a little.

“Are you sure? Won’t he think I’m slacking off?”

Jiyeon laughs, shakes her head.

“Of course not, Seungho is crazy about you, don’t you know?”

Oh..

Seungho never really compliments him directly, so hearing that makes pride swell in his chest.

“Go on, I’ll handle it.”

Jiyeon insists, nodding her head to the door.

Jeongguk gives her a grateful nod and heads to the trailer park.

———————

He can’t bring himself to knock.

It’s silly, but he just feels like a nobody like him can’t really knock on Park Jimin’s door and demand answers. Although he knows Jimin doesn’t feel that way, there is that little voice inside his mind reminding him that he’s insignificant.

Among hundreds of other actors Jimin probably led on for the scenes, he’s nothing special. Maybe it’s just part of the job for Jimin, nothing out of the ordinary.

He’s about to give up, but then remembers Jiyeon is covering for him, so he can’t be wasting time out here. It’s either knock or just head back over to the set.

He takes a deep breath, gathers the courage, and gently knocks on the door.

Ah, fuck, this is terrifying.

When Jimin opens up, he looks freshly showered, black hair all wet, falling over his forehead, cheeks rosy, wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. All comfortable and soft. Nothing like Jun-seo.

“O-oh, Jeonggukie.” Jimin holds onto his doorframe, immediately looks away. “Sorry I left early, I had to run some errands.”

It’s as if Jimin knows exactly why he came, how he has his excuse ready. And it’s not even a good one. Running errands is the most vague way possible to say that you really had nothing to do.

Jeongguk’s face falls, he can’t help it.

“Right.” He nods, uncomfortable knot in his stomach. “Errands.”

“I’m sorry for the scene today.”

Jimin adds softly, like an afterthought.

Ah, he really knows how to make him feel worse than he already did. His eyebrow twitches as he looks up.

Why is Jimin acting all bashful and shy now? He made him come just hours ago, with no regard to anyone else in the room, this act isn’t right.

“What are you sorry for hyung?” He asks, stepping up on the stairs to Jimin’s trailer. “Making me come? Or leaving right after?”

It seems Jimin didn’t expect him to say it outright, going by the way his eyes widen.

“I’m- I’m sorry for both things. I shouldn’t have done that to you-“

“But you did.” Jeongguk cuts him off, taking another step so they’re on the same level. “And you owe me an explanation.”

He’s not sure what has come over him, but he just feels so wronged. Jimin’s dark eyes twinkle in the street lights, he looks ashamed, almost sad.

“I’m sorry, I just thought..” Jimin looks down. “I thought the scene would be better like that.”

“The scene.” Jeongguk repeats, a mix of hurt and anger pulling on his heartstrings. “You did all of that for the scene.”

“I told you last time, sometimes I just want to make the scenes more believable.”

Believable?

“You went off-script. You touched me. You even checked..” Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up. “You even checked if I came. How is that making it more believable?”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin looks up, eyes droopy like they get when he’s sad. “I’m sorry Jeonggukie I-”

“If you’re so sorry, why did you do it in the first place?”

If it’s all just for a scene why didn’t Jimin just give him a heads up?

“We’re just friends, right?” He adds, the word coming out crude. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”

Jimin looks at him, out of excuses, and Jeongguk can’t help it, darts his eyes down to Jimin’s lips.

He wants to take something too. If Jimin can touch him like that on set, then he should get free access as well.

“You know that I do it so your reaction is more genuine-“

“Why did you go off-script then?” Jeongguk pushes, he can’t handle being played like this anymore. “Why did you leave?”

“I had erra-“

“Errands. Yes. What errands?”

Jimin clings to his doorframe, cheeks gradually turning red, something flickering in his eyes. It looks like guilt, Jeongguk hopes it is. Serves Jimin right for playing him along and tossing him aside.

“You know I have a crush on you.” He says, stomach twisting in shame as he confesses it point blank. “You wanted to be friends. So why did you do that to me? Why are you playing with my feelings?”

“I’m not- I’m not trying to, please believe me.” The tone of Jimin’s voice softens, and he looks somewhat concerned, like he wants to reach out and touch, but instead he just stays put. “I’m really sorry, I just- I got carried away and took it too far.”

The apology ends there, and Jeongguk is less than satisfied. His breathing picks up, and he feels his heart clench.

“So, what? it was really all just for the scene?”

He asks, adrenaline running through his veins.

Jimin looks at him, seconds pass, and then he nods.

“Yes. It was for the scene.”

Fuck.

He’s so pissed. How dare Jimin take advantage of him like that? Knowing fully well how he feels, knowing that he can barely resist him?

If Jimin is that selfish that he thinks he can touch him any way he wants on set just for a fucking scene, he can be just as selfish.

He takes a step closer, backs Jimin into his trailer.

“Jeongguk-ah, I- please don’t come in-“

“I’m doing this for the scene too.”

Jimin’s back hits the wall, and Jeongguk knows he’s way out of line. He could get fired for this, but he pulls on the collar of Jimin’s black shirt and kisses him.

“Mmh!”

Jimin pats on his shoulder, but doesn’t push him off, so Jeongguk just tilts his head, takes whatever he wants. Slots their lips together without any care, drowns in the softness of Jimin’s lips.

To his surprise, Jimin gasps softly, opens his mouth for him, lets him have it. So he takes advantage of that, revels in the heat of Jimin’s mouth, the smell of his honey shampoo intruding his senses.

Of course Jimin uses honey scented shampoo, everything about him is sweet. Jeongguk craves to taste the inside of his mouth, licks along that plump lower lip for access.

“Jeonggukie-“ Jimin pants, breaking the kiss. “That’s enough.”

Jeongguk looks at him through half-lidded eyes, sees how Jimin’s chest heaves, cheeks and nose even redder than before. He might act like he doesn’t want this, but his body can’t lie. He feels the heat radiating off of Jimin, sees the way his monolid eyes drop down to his lips.

“Yeah? Had enough?”

He asks, nudges Jimin’s nose with his own, tilts his head just to see Jimin naturally tilt it the other way, eyes fluttering shut, anticipating another kiss.

Jeongguk waits, gives Jimin the opportunity to back away, to push him off, but instead he feels Jimin grab the hem of his shirt to pull him closer.

“Shouldn’t- we shouldn’t kiss.”

Jimin brings out, but there are absolutely no efforts of actually breaking apart. He even leans in, pecks Jeongguk’s lips once, softly, his other hand curls around the back of Jeongguk’s neck. Shivers run down his spine, and he leans closer, lips brushing against Jimin’s as he speaks.

“Don’t worry, it’s just practice.”

He captures Jimin’s lips between his own in a slow, soft kiss. Through his eyelashes he can see Jimin’s resolve weaken, crease between his brows like he’s enjoying it. He takes anything he can get, cups Jimin’s jaw and opens his lips just a little more, tastes that warmth, that sweetness. he can’t describe it in words, but it’s as if Jimin’s lips want to be kissed.

They feel so inviting, moving against his own in that gentle, smooth way that can only be Jimin. But the inside of his mouth feels hot, everytime their lips slot together he can feel it, all that desire Jimin pretends isn’t there.

Jimin moans softly, a sound that makes Jeongguk’s ears ring, body tingling as he presses up against him, slotting his thigh between Jimin’s legs.

“Jeon-“ Jimin pants, leaning his head back against the wall to catch his breath, lips glistening with spit. “You can’t- you can’t do this.”

Funny, because Jimin seems to be the main instigator of whatever this is supposed to mean.

“Why not? You can touch me however you want, right? Make me come on set in front of everyone.”

“That’s- that’s different, this is my trailer-“

“But we’re just practicing, right? Jun-seo?”

He pushes, seeing Jimin look at him, something dark casting over his eyes. He feels Jimin’s cock twitch right against his thigh, and he looks down, breath hitching. It’s so thick, he can feel it press against him just like hours ago, sees how it slowly chubs up behind those sweatpants.

He bites back a moan, looks up at Jimin, who’s panting, barely able to talk.

“You- you should leave my trailer.”

No fucking way. Not a chance in hell. He leans in, kisses Jimin’s spit-slick lips a few times, runs his hand over his chest. Jimin can barely hold back, Jeongguk can feel it in his erratic breathing, feels his heartbeat under his hand.

“Or else?”

He looks into Jimin’s eyes, sees that innocent glint disappear completely. There’s something about it that’s just so outrageously attractive that Jeongguk feels his dick twitch.

“Or else what?” He presses his thigh harder against Jimin’s cock, heartbeat in his throat. “Gonna fuck me?”

There’s a second of absolute silence before Jimin finally snaps. Lips crash against his own, and he’s pushed back against the opposite wall, Jimin’s hands roaming over his body.

He can’t tell left from right, holds Jimin’s waist in his hand to stabilise himself. Jimin’s tongue slips past his lips into his mouth, makes him groan and pull him closer, craving that heat.

In the midst of it Jimin closes the door, and locks it right after.

The sound alerts him, he breaks the kiss, eyes wide as he looks at Jimin. But Jimin spares him no glance, he just grabs the hem of his shirt and takes it off of him in a hurry, reconnects their lips.

Oh, fuck. They’re really gonna fuck.

He moans, licks into Jimin’s mouth, runs his hand under Jimin’s shirt to feel his heated skin. Jimin walks him backwards, hands playing with the button of his pants, stripping him completely bare along the way.

The back of Jeongguk’s knees hit the edge of something, and before he knows he’s sitting right on Jimin’s bed in nothing but his socks. His cock stands hard against his stomach, and he’s almost bashful when Jimin eyes over it.

“Fuck.. my Jeonggukie, so big.”

Jimin pants, towering over him, chest heaving.

Jeongguk cringes at the nickname, but at the same time warmth spreads through his chest. Something about the possessiveness of it, even if it’s meant to sound cute.

Jimin leans down then, knees on either side of him, pushes him down by his shoulder against the mattress.

Jeongguk almost ascends, having Jimin crawling on top of him like this, looking at him like he wants to just completely devour him. He spreads his legs immediately, heat licking down his spine.

“Fuck, I can’t resist you.”

Jimin says, and Jeongguk knows it means something by the way those eyes twinkle but he can’t think more about it when his mouth gets covered by those plush, soft lips.

He groans, tangles his hand in Jimin’s damp hair, curls his leg around Jimin’s hip to pull him flush against him, arching his hips up to make Jimin feel how hard he is.

“Ngh- god, I’m the fucking worst friend ever.”

Jimin pants, grinding his hips down, giving Jeongguk that sweet friction he craves. And he can feel Jimin’s hard cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, rubbing right against his own.

A pitchy moan falls from his lips, and he pulls on Jimin’s hair.

“I don’t wanna be your friend.” He confesses, aligning his lips with Jimin’s ear. “I wanna ride your dick.”

Jimin gasps, and he grabs Jeongguk’s jaw in his hand, a dangerous glint in his eyes that only adds to the thrill. Jeongguk can barely hide how much he’s reeling at the manhandling.

“Such a foul mouth, I really should teach you some manners.”

The memory of one of their first conversations pops up in Jeongguk’s mind, and he grins, tilts his head just a bit so he can kiss Jimin’s hand. He licks over Jimin’s index finger while keeping eye contact, can tell it does something to Jimin by the way his eyelids sink.

“I’ve- I’ve got..” Jimin says, trailing off when Jeongguk sucks his finger into his mouth. “Lube..”

Jeongguk moans, sucks on Jimin’s finger for good measure, licking around the digit, coating it all in spit.

Jimin pants softly, grinds down a little harder, leans in to plant kisses over his neck, up to his ear. It tickles a little.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he lets Jimin’s finger slip out of his mouth, opens his legs wider.

“Go on- fuck- inside-“

He can’t really form sentences but Jimin understands him nonetheless, brings his hand between his legs and slips his finger between his cheeks.

Honestly, Jeongguk might come just from this. His whole body is pulling tight like wire when he feels Jimin’s finger rub over his rim. That, along with the way he’s completely naked, while Jimin is still fully clothed on top of him, makes him feel so fucking dirty.

Like he’s seducing Jimin, giving him absolutely no choice but to indulge.

“Ngh- fuck- Jeonggukie-“

There’s a knock on the door.

They both stop in their tracks, and Jimin looks at him, wide-eyed.

Adrenaline pumps through Jeongguk’s veins, body freezing up as he waits.

Was that here? Was that this door?

Another knock confirms it, and then Jimin is in absolute panic, getting off of him immediately to grab the clothes that have been thrown carelessly around the trailer.

Jeongguk stands up too, looks around for a place to hide.

“Hyung- where should I?”

“Fuck- hide, get in my-“

Jimin nods his head at the bathroom, and Jeongguk quickly makes it in there.

Jimin presses his clothes against his chest, gives him an apologetic look as he closes the door.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

He’s naked in- He’s naked in Jimin’s trailer.

There’s another knock, and then a voice, a woman’s voice from outside.

“Jimin?”

It doesn’t sound like Jiyeon.

“Coming!”

Jimin calls.

Jeongguk puts his underwear back on quickly, then hears the door open, and freezes.

Fuck.

“What took you so long?”

The woman walks in, the sound of high heels right on the other end.

Jeongguk doesn’t dare to move, he doesn’t dare to even get dressed right now, afraid the floorboard will creak.

“I was taking a nap.”

“Is that any way to greet your wife?”

Wife?

Jimin has a wife?

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he hates that he’s overhearing this; yet at the same time he can’t help but lean in.

“We’re not married yet..”

“No, but the date is coming up soon.”

Fuck, is this for real? Is this some impromptu acting? Is he mistaken and is this just Jiyeon playing a prank?

There’s no laughter behind Jimin’s voice though.

“And you’re completely ruining it by the way. Taking this job. My agent says you’ve been way too close with that Jeon actor. What will everyone think when this movie comes out?”

“You know why I took this job. I’m not quitting.”Jimin says, something about him sounds vulnerable, like when he talked about his past. “Why are you even here Naeun?”

Oh fuck. It’s Naeun.

Jeongguk feels his heart stop for a second.

“Damage control, what do you think? You made a guy come on set and expect it not to leak? You’re ruining your own reputation.”

Shit, it got leaked?

Jeongguk fist a hand in his hair, can barely take all of this in silence.

“I’m not ruining it. This is just a movie, I’m an actor. We’re getting married soon, it will all blow over.”

Fuck.

It’s real, Jimin really is engaged. He was almost fucking an engaged man.

Shit. This is bad. This is terrible.

He feels his heart sink, and he can barely breathe. Jimin was about to fuck him, even though he’s engaged. He’s marrying soon, even.

“For the meantime I’ll be here on set.”

Naeun says.

“Please, I can handle it, just go back to Seoul.”

“Not a chance. Your mother is making me stay.”

Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, can’t believe this is happening. This is all just so completely wrong. Why didn’t Jimin tell him about all of this?

Jimin sighs.

“Fine, I’ll show you the hotel where the staff is staying.”

“Don’t be weird now. If we sleep separately what will the media think? I’ll sleep here.”

God, no.

Jeongguk looks around in a panic, sees the small window that leads to outside. He could probably squeeze through it, but it would make so much noise.

“No, I don’t want you to sleep here. You’ll sleep at the hotel. I need my rest.”

“Jimin, your mother-“

“I’ll call her. You’re not sleeping here.”

Jeongguk hears footsteps, and he just clenches his eyes shut, heartbeat slamming against his ribcage as he hears the door open to outside.

“Don’t you need to lock the door?”

Naeun asks, voice a little further away.

“No, it’s a fenced terrain, no one comes and goes without getting ID’d.”

The door closes, and Jeongguk hears their footsteps slowly fade.

He gets dressed quickly, and as soon as he’s sure Naeun is completely out of view he gets the hell out of Jimin’s trailer.

———————

12 missed calls, all from Taehyung.

Once he hits his bed he calls back.

“You came on set?”

Oh right. The article. Some insider had told a media tabloid about what happened, they don’t know who. Probably a staff member.

“I did.”

“Wow.”

Yeah.

He can’t even think about that right now. His head is aching.

“Was it an accident?”

“Not really, Jimin made me.” He rolls onto his back, stares at the ceiling. “He’s getting married.”

“He made you- wait- what?”

“Did he just say Jimin is getting married?”

Namjoon asks from the back.

“I’m pretty sure he did.”

“I did.” Jeongguk confirms, not sure what he’s supposed to feel about all of it. “He’s getting married to Im Naeun.”

Ah, he probably shouldn’t even have told them. Fuck, he’s spilling secrets that aren’t even his to share. But he’s so goddamn lost, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Did he announce it?”

“No, it’s not anywhere online, just checked.”

Yoongi says.

It’s getting pretty tough listening to all his friend’s voices and not being able to physically be there. Jeongguk sighs, wishes he could just be held for a while.

“I overheard him, with her, right after he almost fucked me in his trailer.”

“You- wait- you-“

“What?!”

“You fucked in his trailer?”

Hoseok has taken custody of the phone, and Jeongguk hears Taehyung curse in the back.

“Almost. He said he wanted to fuck me and right then his-“ Jeongguk feels his stomach twist, heartbeat picking up again. “his fucking fiancé knocked on the door. I hid in his bathroom.”

“What the fuck-“

“Holy shit.”

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung asks, phone back in his hand from what it sounds like.

“I don’t know..” He tries to feel his emotions but it’s like he’s just cut himself off from them, like he’s just floating in nothingness. “I don’t think I am.”

“He didn’t tell you that he’s engaged?”

“He didn’t tell me anything. I knew that he’s been dating her, but I- I kind of felt like it wasn’t that serious based on how he spoke about their relationship.”

In hindsight he kind of blames himself. He knew they were dating and yet he came to Jimin’s trailer. He should have just stayed clear, and none of this would have happened.

“Well, he can’t be that serious if he said he wanted to fuck you.”

Yoongi says.

And that’s exactly what he’s been eating himself up about. Why would Jimin strip him off his clothes, bring him to his bed, kiss him senseless, tell him he’s gonna fuck him, all the while knowing that he’s getting married.

“I just- I don’t get it. I know it’s my fault for entering his trailer and kissing him but, fuck, I’m so confused.”

“No, he should have told you.”

Taehyung says, and Namjoon agrees in the back.

“Yeah gguk, he’s the older one, he’s the one engaged, this is definitely on him.”

“But I knew they were dating.”

“Well, that wasn’t a great move either on your part, but I’m gonna say 80% of this is on him. He should have told you.”

Jeongguk sighs, bites on the inside of his lower lip. He can’t even enjoy or relive those moments, everything is tainted by the idea that he’s been cheating with Jimin behind Naeun’s back.

“I have no fucking clue what to do now.”

He doesn’t even think he can go on filming anything.

“You don’t have to do anything. He should come to you. If he doesn’t, he’s a fucking asshole.”

Taehyung says, and Jeongguk kind of agrees. He doesn’t think he can approach Jimin, it has to come from Jimin’s side. He deserves an explanation. Though he’s not sure if that’s going to change anything.

His eyes sting a little, and he tries to keep it in but he can’t. It’s everything at once. The scene, the shame, that kiss, Naeun.

“It’s gonna be okay ggukie.”

Taehyung coos from the other side.

Jeongguk wishes he was there.

“If not, we’ll personally come to get you, all of us.”

His other friends agree in the background of the call, and he smiles despite the tears, clings to his phone as he curls up under his blankets.

“I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too, just take some good rest now. I’ll call you tomorrow okay?”

“Yeah.”

Jeongguk hangs up, and just tries to sleep after that.

But it keeps spinning round and round in his head. Endlessly, without a solution.

At this rate he’s not sure if he can even finish filming this movie at all.