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Jeongguk really is only here to call it off. That’s the only reason he came to Jimin’s place. 

Because he’s still with Yejin, even after what happened the second time around. He’s still a coward, he still can’t make up his mind. 

Losing the one girl that has consistently been there for him for a year straight right before enlisting, just because he has some weird sexual tension with Jimin?

It’s too difficult, if it was love or anything like that.. but it’s just sex. Jimin wants to fuck him, he made that clear last time, he wants to give him everything his girlfriend can’t give, but it’s just sex. 

Should he really break up with Yejin over that?

Isn’t there any way around it? That’s what he initially thought, came up with a plan to just cut this whole weird sexual tension thing off, and he was so confident but now that he’s in front of Jimin he feels like he can’t even find his voice.

Especially because the first thing Jimin does when he walk in is eye him over, slowly, lingering right around his pecs.

Fuck.

“I’m— I’m not here for that.” He says quickly. “I came to call it off, hyung.”

Jimin doesn’t seem fazed, he slowly looks back up at his eyes and gives a slow nod.

“Okay.”That’s all he says before he walks towards the living room. “Want a drink?”

What?

That’s it?

Jeongguk blinks, slowly follows and looks at Jimin just casually preparing some drinks for them like it’s a normal hang out, even though they haven’t seen each other since.. well, last time.

“Are you— are you okay with that?”

“What?” Jimin looks up. “You wanting to be with your girlfriend? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jeongguk just stands there for a bit, watches Jimin come back from the kitchen with their drinks, and only now actually looks at him. 

His white shirt is loose and flimsy, practically see-through, his nevermind tattoo visible on his ribcage, and those shorts, they are.. way shorter than usual. Jimin is more of a shorts to the knee kind of guy, but this one is barely covering his thighs, and his legs— are they.. shaven?

He gets a drink pushed into his hand, thinks it’s just water so he takes a big sip, only to find something that definitely contains vodka.

What the—

“It’s 2 pm?”

He says, nods at the drink.

Jimin just shrugs.

“We always do day drinking, what’s the matter?”

“We drink beers, not vodka?”

“We’re drinking vodka today.”

Oh. That’s how it is.

Jimin sinks down on the couch, and Jeongguk slowly sits down next to him, puts his drink on the table.

“Listen.. I know.. last time I ignored you, but I won’t do that anymore hyung, I just.. don’t want to break up with Yejin.”

“That’s fine.”

Jimin says again, almost like he’s deflecting the conversation altogether. 

“Suddenly it’s fine?” 

“Not suddenly, it’s fine, I knew you were gonna call it off.”

Jimin shrugs, takes a large sip of his drink like he needs alcohol to deal with it.

But they need to talk about this. He senses that if he leaves the situation like this, it’s not gonna be good. 

“It’s just.. with Yejin I have a relationship, we’ve been together for over a year now, and.. with us it’s just.. sex.”

This time, Jimin can’t even pretend to be unbothered, he tightens his grip on his glass and just breathes out a laugh.

“Right. Cause we don’t have a relationship at all.”

The look he gets right after is killing. Jimin just has this deadpan expression, sharp eyes, intense.

It’s enough to have him burn up, he shifts, clears his throat.

“That’s different, we’re friends.”

“Right. Friends who fuck.”

Jimin takes another sip of his drink, finishes his glass and then takes the other one off the table. 

Jeongguk grabs his wrist to stop him.

“You know what I mean right? I fell in love with her the first month, you and I have known each other for years, we’ve been friends, just friends.”

“Yes. You’ve said that. We are just friends, loud and clear.”

Jimin frees his wrist, gives him another glare and just drinks.

Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, doesn’t get what he’s doing wrong. Isn’t it true? Why does Jimin get upset over this as if—

Oh.

Fuck.

His eyes widen, and he looks at Jimin who seems just.. angry. And sad. Drinking to deal with it, clenching his jaw.

It all suddenly comes crashing down.

The way Jimin touches him, laughs with him, claims him, he thought it was friendship but judging by all of this it’s clearly not just that. 

Oh fuck.

“Are you.. in love with me?”