Chapter 6: Worrying Over You

"There, does it still hurt that much?" Taehyung had placed three bags of ice inside Jimin's new grey Calvin Klein briefs, as the writer laid chest down on the bed and leaning his head against his crossed arms. "It's better... Thank you so much Tae, I don't know what I would do without you." The writer thanked his best friend, and the rogue-pink haired male rolled his eyes. "I know right! You'd be dead without me; I'm not kidding." To add a little humor into the atmosphere Taehyung chuckled and walked into Jimin's closet.

"Hey Min, I'm sleeping over. I'll use one of the oversized clothes you have for work tomorrow." The male shouted from the inside of the walk-in-closet, as he examined through the various brands of clothing from convenience store clothes to clothes that are worth millions of wons. "You still have this blue convenience store underwear?" Taehyung grabbed the blue boxer and walked out to face the writer that laid in bed. "Throw this out, it's old." The younger expanded the boxers with his fingers and threw them at the older's head. "I like them! Just wear one of my oversized shirts and stop complaining." Jimin scolded as he grabbed the blue boxers from his head and threw it on his night stand trying not to move his back too much.

"Okay Okay. I'll use this white one." Taehyung grabbed a Large sized white shirt and walked back to the bed. "Watch closely Jimin. I'll give you a personal strip show." The rogue-pink haired actor smirked as he slowly unbottoned the light blue shirt he wore, undoing the white buttons with seductiveness as he bit his lip and swayed his hips to no music. "I swear, you and your confidence. I'll call Hoseok hyung and tell him that you just gave me a strip show, maybe that will make him happy." Jimin winked and reached out to his phone beside his arms only to stop when he heard the panicked voice of the other. "We're not exclusive Jimin. We're just fuck buddies, besides... he doesn't want a relationship. Don't call him." Taehyung sighed and finished unbuttoning the shirt with mixed feelings.

"I was playing, you know that." After a pause Jimin's tone lowered to one full of confusion -questioning the younger. "He still doesn't want a relationship? It's been three years since you've been having sex, I can see there's chemistry between you two. What's up with that?" With curiousity, the writer asked as he watched his best friend putting on his oversized white shirt that fit him well -only a little long on his thighs- now that he wore a pair of black Gucci briefs. "It's complicated. Besides, first, I want to hear who fucked you that bad that you couldn't even walk straight." The younger smirked as he leaned down beside the older, turning to face the writer to his right. "...Why do you want to know who?" Jimin's cheeks reddened at the mention of the past events, his mind having flashbacks to Jungkook's groans from the previous night and his own loud whimpers from the oral the raven-haired actor had given him.

"Because I'm going to warn you. Don't have sex with Jungkook. He's my friend and all, but, I don't want you getting hurt over him." Taehyung's tone of voice indicated how serious he was -and worried after witnessing the stared exchanged the day of his birthday. Jimin's face stiffened, "Why not?" he questioned -afraid of the outcome if his best friend found out that he's had sex with Jungkook not only once, but twice, since giving the writer head is still oral sex. "Fuck Jimin! Please tell me you didn't." The rogue-pink haired male clicked his tongue as he groaned. As he had explained to his best friend, he didn't want Jimin to get hurt over the actor Jeon Jungkook. "He made those hickeys over your neck and thighs? Please tell me that's all that happened." Jimin gulped and shifted his gaze from the younger to close his eyes and puff his cheeks against his crossed arms. "Good night Tae."

"Niga Gaejasig! I'm talking to you. Don't you fucking dare sleep." Taehyung scoffed as he elbowed Jimin's shoulders trying not to be rough on the writer given the state of the older one. The writer opened his eyes and stared right into the rogue-pink haired actor's dark brown ones. He was nervous and he feared for his best friend's reaction when he confesses what he's done. "I slept with him yesterday." A mumble, completely heard by both males. "Define slept." Taehyung scrunched his nose as he face palmed, hovering his right hand over his nose and bending his knees as a reaction filled with worry. "...We had sex and I slipped trying to regain my balance after the bl..."

"You didn't have sex with him; he fucked the life out of you and left you after, didn't he?" Taehyung shifted his eyes to the male and the shaking of Jimin's head made him confused. "He left this morning because he had to leave for a meeting, then he returned... he gave me a massage and then we ate... and- OH MY GOD TAE! They're making "Just a Fling" into a movie!! I have a meeting tomorrow with Director Min and others!" Jimin said excitedly and the younger nodded slowly. "Yeah... about that, we'll see~ BUT!" Taehyung answered and returned to his serious face, the one where his lips were sealed shut in a thin line, his eyebrows still and his eyes staring the life out of the writer. "He returned? Jungkook never returns after...let alone sleep at the same apartment. Jimin, What have you gotten yourself into?" The rogue-pink haired actor sighed and brushed Jimin's bangs away from his forehead. "Don't have sex with Jungkook again, he's not one to commit. Jimin, I know you're always looking for something serious, you're not going to find that with him. Promise me that when the time comes, you'll leave. I don't want you to suffer." He warned, worried about his best friend and his actions that can lead to numerous problems.

"Okay, I promise... Oh- Uh! It's leaking water through my butthole Ow!" Jimin hissed and took the one of the three ice packs numbing his swollen bottom so he could throw it on the floor. "Hahahaha," Taehyung chuckled and leaned back against the pillow below his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, only to open them and sit up with a disgusted expression. "Jimin, Did you have sex with Jungkook on this bed?" He asked, and Jimin felt his cheeks redden as he nodded. "And did you wash the sheets after?" Almost gritting his teeth, he was ready to sprint out of the bed with one jump.

"...Get off and help me wash them."

"You're so- Oh my god, please tell me I didn't just place my head where all your saliva and sweat was." Taehyung jumped out of the bed and sighed. "...That's where Jungkook slept..." Silence.

"You're revolting. Let's wash them."