okay official update schedule: Tuesdays and Thursdays, bc I have quite a few chapters prewritten at this point

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"What are you doing up?"

Jimin rubbed his eyes as he sat up in bed, eyeing Jungkook with a confused expression. The digital clock beside him read 3:01 am, and yet the other was leaned against his windowsill, a glass of water in his hand. The window was opened, the late night wind tousling Jungkook's already unruly hair.

The moonlight illuminated the highest points of his face, making it look as if he was glowing.

"Couldn't sleep." Jungkook said dismissively, tugging the unbuttoned shirt he wore further over him.

Jimin recognized it as his.

Jungkook wore it because the smell comforted him, reminded him of everything that he loved.

It was silent for a moment, only the quiet sound of the whistling wind outside being heard by the both of them.

That is, until Jungkook spoke up once more. "Who are you, Jimin?"

The words caused Jimin's eyes to widen, sitting up further and tugging his blanket over him. He shivered softly, looking up and catching Jungkook's gaze. He looked tired, eyes drooping as he looking back out the window.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, frowning and attempting not to let his nerves be seen. "I'm just Jimin."

"Just Jimin." Jungkook repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, 'Just Jimin', tell me about yourself."

Jimin gulped, not fully prepared to create a convincing lie at this point.

"Why?" He asked, simply as a way to stall time and come up with a reasonable life story that he could bluff.

"Because in all honestly I thought you were just going to be a one night stand, but apparently not..." He gestured between them. "So you must want something to do with me if you wanted me in your bed for a second time."

"I..." Jimin gulped. "I just find you interesting." He jumped to clarify once Jungkook's expression changed to a confused one. "I don't know... One night with you just wasn't enough, because I couldn't get you off my mind." A lie. "You're not like anyone else I've met." Another lie.

Jungkook's expression softened, a small smile appearing on his lips. "And I'm Park Jimin, not 'Just Jimin'" Jimin laughed softly.

"Cute." Jungkook chuckled, taking a sip of his water. "How old are you?"

"24." It sounded like a reasonable age to Jimin. Much more reasonable than saying that he was technically a few weeks old. "You?"

"22." Jungkook answered, closing the window and walking over to where Jimin sat. "To be honest, I thought that you would be younger than me."

Jimin laughed softly, pulling the blanket over his bare body more when Jungkook sat down beside him.

"Why?" He asked, grinning when Jungkook reached forwards and ruffled his hair. "A lot of people usually think that I'm older than my age."

"That has to be a lie." Jungkook grinned, pushing Jimin's shoulder softly. "You're really cute, when you're not..." Jungkook trailed off, now noticing as Jimin let the blanket fall off of his shoulders, the fabric only covering what was below his hips.

"When I'm not what?" Jimin asked, a smirk on his lips as he took Jungkook's hand and rested it on his thigh. "Go on."

"You know exactly what I'm taking about." Jungkook whispered, leaning forwards and staring deep into Jimin's eyes. "By the way, I don't think I've ever mentioned how cool your eyes are, considering that I usually don't get more than a sentence out before I lose my self control with you."

Jimin giggled, tucking his head into the crook of Jungkook's neck. "I've just never seen genuine red eyes before, especially not here in Korea where almost everyone's eyes are brown. Does it run in your family?"

Jimin smiled against Jungkook's skin, shrugging.

"It doesn't, I'm a rarity." He pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook's neck, moving so that he was sat on the younger's lap. He hummed softly as he moved his lips against Jungkook's neck, tilting the younger's head to the side and smiling when he felt Jungkook's hand on his waist.

"Yeah, that you are." Jungkook sighed, breath hitching when Jimin's teeth tugged at his skin. He used his grip on Jimin's waist to pull the older even closer, wanting to eliminate all of the space between them.

Jimin was like a drug. It only took one hit to get addicted, and now he didn't even care about the consequences.

His right hand slipped below the blanket that covered Jimin, cupping the older's ass and squeezing it softly. "To be honest, you're different then everyone else I've met." Jungkook sighed, listening to Jimin gasp when his hand slid forwards and brushed against his hardening cock. "There's just something about you that I can't put my finger on."

He took Jimin's dick into his hand, feeling the older's fingers grip at the front of his shirt as he began to pump him at a leisurely pace. "It's like every time I touch you I just get pulled in further."

Jimin gasped out, eyes screwed shut as Jungkook quickened his pace, moving his hands up and grabbing at the younger's shoulders. "It's like I have no self control when I'm around you." Jungkook mumbled, squeezing the head of Jimin's cock and loving the sound he got in response. "And I don't know if that's a good or bad thing."

Jimin whimpered in response, bucking his hips up into Jungkook's hand as he nuzzled his head further into the crook of Jungkook's neck. He mouthed at Jungkook's skin, tasting the sweat against his tongue. "It's not like you try to hold back either though, so maybe we compliment each other pretty well." He chuckled softly, "Either that or we're both dragging each other down, but I don't mind."

"Jungkook." Jimin gasped out, nails scratching at Jungkook's skin through the fabric of his shirt. His moans were muffled into Jungkook's shoulders, soft cries slipping out to be heard in otherwise quiet room. "Fuck, Jungkook please."

Jungkook smirked and ran his left hand through Jimin's hair, tugging at his hair softly and quickening his pace with his right hand. Jimin cried out, breathing heavy as he rolled his hips into the younger's grip.

"God, you're so hot, Jimin." Jungkook breathed, his free hand sliding down the smooth skin of Jimin's back until it rested on his hip. He used his hand to guide Jimin's hips into moving to a less frantic rhythm, pressing a few kisses to the crown of his head. "But you already know that don't you?" He mumbled into Jimin's hair, listening with a smile to the drawn out moan that left Jimin's lips as he came. Soft whines were muffled by Jungkook's shoulder as Jimin's orgasm racked through him, clawing at Jungkook in an attempt to ground himself.

He scratched at Jungkook's shoulders, cum covering Jungkook's fingertips. He bucked his hips a few more times to ease himself down from his high, gasping and breathing heavily against Jungkook's neck.

"You're so amazing." Jimin sighed, still in a euphoric state as he buried his face further into Jungkook's shoulder.

"You too." Jungkook hummed, raising an eyebrow as he noticed Jimin's phone light up on his nightside table. He could tell from the illuminated screen that he was getting a call, nudging Jimin softly.

"You're getting a call." He whispered, lifting Jimin's head off of his shoulder gently. Jimin whined softly, sighing as he lifted himself off of Jungkook's lap, crawling over to his phone and lazily picking it up.

"Hello?" He sighed, wrapping the blanket around him once more.

"You're in some deep shit Jimin." Jimin immediately recognized the voice as Yoongi's sitting up more alteration than before.

"What do you mean?" He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. Jungkook slid closer to him, wrapping an arm around Jimin's waist.

"So I just got in contact with the devil." Yoongi began. "Guess who found out what you did with Taehyung."

Jimin's eyes widened, fear striking through him the moment that the words registered in his mind.

"I didn't do shit with Taehyung." He lied, gnawing at his bottom lip. He heard Yoongi scoff on the other end.

"Yeah? That's not what I heard, and that's not what Taehyung is saying either." Yoongi sighed. "Anyway, you're wanted down in hell tomorrow at nine pm. There's a new incarnation as well so... Good luck."

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut. Every few years that devil would change their form into somebody new. The one that Jimin remembered from the last time he was down in hell was the traditional form that all humans think of when they think of the devil; male, red skin, horns protruding from his forehead, overall menacing.

"What's he like this time?" Jimin asked, leaning back in Jungkook's hold in attempt to calm his nerves. "Should I be nervous?"

"She." Yoongi corrected. "From what I've heard it's been a while since the last female incarnate, but I..." He paused, sighing. "She doesn't look as intimidating as the last one but don't let that fool you. All I have to say is, good luck, because she sounded angry."

Jimin took in a deep breath, appreciating how Jungkook's hold on him tightened; as if he could sense his distress.

"You don't think she'll pull an... envy on me do you?" Jimin shivered at the thought, the words he spoke describing a form of punishment that the devil used. Appropriately nicknamed the 'envy' by the sins due to the fact that Hoseok - Envy - was the first sin to have to endure it.

"I doubt that she's afraid to." Yoongi sighed, and Jimin could imagine him shrugging. "But what you did wasn't that bad I guess, and I think that would be a pretty harsh punishment for it."

"Yeah? Well she's just harsh in general." Jimin huffed, curling his fingers around Jungkook's hand. "I've got to go, but thanks for telling me."

Yoongi hummed in response, Jimin groaning and collapsing into Jungkook's arms the moment that he hung up. "I'm fucked." He mumbled, Jungkook frowning and brushing a few pieces of hair out of his eyes.

"Why?" He asked. "What was that all about?"

Jimin exhaled and closed his eyes.

"I fucked up at my job, and now my boss isn't too happy with me."

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