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"One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three... "

Counting sheep is useless.

You toss and turn restlessly on the bed, an extreme case of the jitters wracking through your body as you try to force yourself to sleep.

Jimin confessed.

You sigh and turn on your right side.

He offered me a deal, a way out of the bet.

Another huff escapes and you turn onto your other side, trying to snuggle further into the covers to hide from the confusion paining your head.

'I like you, Y/N. Be with me,' you blush in the dark room, lightly biting your bottom lip as his words continue to repeat like a broken record.

Your mind is fuzzy as Jimin sets you down on the couch and lands with a gentle bounce from the springs, gasping as his body perfectly aligns against yours.

His husky voice echoes in the room and you whimper. "Do you know how much I want you?" his deep tone so sensual it sends you over the top and it's you this time who initiates the kiss, messy and deep.

This isn't like you at all but how can you push away ecstasy that feels this gratifying?

You don't have time to gather your thoughts together, hands tangling to yank at Jimin's soft hair as your tongues fight against each other in a lustful battle.

His smooth lips litter open mouthed kisses on the side of your neck to the base of your throat, goosebumps rising to the surface where his fingers trace their way up your sides before pulling you again so you're straddled on his thighs.

Eyes hold each other briefly, both panting and aroused in the otherwise silent living room. "I've liked you from the moment I saw you, I thought I was making that obvious," you can't speak to disagree, too captured in the beauty he beholds as fingers lightly travel up the length of your spine.

"Don't wait around for someone who's only going to use you," Jimin's tone is now demanding and it spikes something deep in your core. Your murmur of denial soon turns into a hoarse moan as he sucks and nips at your skin again, heart exploding from both pleasure and shock.

"Unlike him, I don't go around fucking girls I don't want to date," he growls in distate, mouth moving harder against yours and you're brought back into a clouded fantasy of pure bliss.

Jimin's tongue swerves, marking below your ear before his teeth catch your ear lobe. His hips deliberately roll into you, back arching, mouth falling open to allow a shy moan to escape. It takes everything in you to not grind and chase the sensation you wish you feel, fighting against the urge to have him take you right here on the couch.

But you realize this whole time he hasn't made a move to undress you, to take you to the bedroom and make him yours as much as you can literally feel through the denim of his pants that he wants to.

"Jimin," his name slips and a low satisfied hum leaves his throat as he pulls away for the last time, looking intensely into your eyes.

He's waiting for your answer, an answer you haven't even had the chance to think about since he's offered it in the first place; thinking straight isn't even a possibility at this point. Your face is suddenly locked, cheeks squished, lips pouty as your jaw is caught between his thumb and pointer finger to keep you in place.

The way Jimin forcefully holds you releases another lewd whimper and he licks his smirking lips in approval, inching his face closer to yours.

"Well, Y/N, do we have a deal?"

"Argh!" You clamp the pillow over your face in an attempt to block out Jimin's voice, your response, while cursing the eye bags you're going to have tomorrow.

It's something you can't get out of your head. How good you felt in his arms, the way he held you with lips roughly capturing your own, how pillowy they felt when you sucked on them.

They're so warm and wet and─

"This can't be happening," you whisper-shout, eyes snapping open as you turn onto your right side again to stare out the window towards the moon.

Jungkook is a good guy deep down, Jimin is wrong. Jungkook told me he's going to try, he pretty much gave me his word. I can trust him, he's my best friend.

You close your eyes again and sigh deeply at the reassuring thoughts, slowly letting your mind become blank, relaxed as you start to drift off.

Until you hear the sound of your door shut closed, footsteps slowly approaching before the weight of the bed shifts underneath.

Your body tenses slightly as a million possibilities flit across your mind and your instincts fall into the plan of seeming like you're already in a deep sleep, until you feel a light kiss on your back, a few more pecks until the familiar sigh that comes from his mouth allows you to relax again.

Jungkook.

"Y/N," he whispers, face pressed into your neck as he plants a kiss upon your bare shoulder but you don't turn around, not wanting him to know you haven't been able to sleep.

He just got home? Must have been a pretty intense late study session.

A huge part of you wonders how Jungkook has always been able to jump around without any sort of guilt. Jimin confessed and kissed you today and you feel like you've committed a crime by cuddling here with Jungkook. You feel like a cheater when in reality you're not dating either of them.

Why is he even in here? Maybe he's been drinking, or maybe he's stressed from how hard the tutor might have pushed him and needs comfort?

Either way you wait until his breathing slows, blowing faintly against the back of your neck before letting your lids droop shut as well, finally able to sleep with his arms wrapped around you snuggly.

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