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We huddled around the new Nintendo Switch Taehyung bought last week. We were enraptured in a heated game of Tetris, our fingers flying fast as we attempted to beat our opponent as fast as we could. The shower water ran steadily, a soothing noise that we barely heard over our screeches to each other that we were almost there. A few more perfectly stacked blocks and we would have our well deserved victory. Our past week’s worth of winter break was spent huddled around the device, steadily ignoring Jimin’s whines and pleads to do something, anything, else as he put it. But, he didn’t understand. This was what we had been saving up for months. We neglected our craving for cafe coffee and expensive cereal and banana milk, all were luxuries, and saved that money to buy a even greater prize than them all. A Nintendo Switch. It proved to be a smart decision. Really, Jimin should be proud of us. Kissing our asses and telling us how wise we were. But instead, he stormed off into the shower after we refused to watch a movie with him. We shrugged and played the game anyway. I was too elated to care. The screen burst into colors and our characters jumped excitedly, declaring our resounding victory. Taehyung and I hugged excitedly on the bed as the sound of the shower water slowly quieted until it turned off, signaling the end of Jimin’s shower. I internally sighed because now Jimin would nag us again about playing obsessively. I heard the door open and the flick of the lights being turned off and braced myself for the lecturing that would pursue, but nothing. I didn’t hear any word come out of Jimin’s mouth and I was about to turn around to see if he was still even in the room until we felt a heavy weight on our backs. A weight that we registered as Jimin, and we both moved aside so he could slide between us. He turned around and fell on his back. The first thing I noticed was his severe lack of clothing, a string holding his robe together, albeit, not very tightly. I gulped. The second thing I noticed was his gaze. His eyelids fluttered open and closed, his long eyelashes casting tiny shadows on his face. I gulped a second time. I followed Jimin’s gaze to Taehyung where they were making heavy eye contact. I gazed up at Taehyung. His eyes were blown wide open and his hands were tightly gripped around the controller. I had half a mind to tell him not to damage it, but he probably wouldn’t hear me anyway. Jimin turned to me and Taehyung whined a bit that he had lost being Jimin’s center of attention. And if Jimin taking eye contact with Taehyung was a sight, Jimin giving me a hundred percent of his attention was the greatest sight of them all. Jimin seemed to have stopped breathing for second as I could see that his bare chest was not moving up or down, until he released the sexiest moan I had ever heard. It was quiet and his eyes were closed, but when he finally opened them, his eyes were blown wide. He ran his hand through his now only semi wet hair and kept it there, exposing his forehead. He pulled a bit tighter and then he let go. A few pieces of his hair flopped back onto his forehead but many more were now spread around him, creating a halo on the pillow. God, he looked beautiful. He tilted his head back a bit after and his pale neck was put on display. He turned his head towards me again and breathed out a puff of air. His lips were plump and very pink, almost red. If I leaned any closer, I could see the shiny gloss he often puts on them. His blew air out of his lips again and turned to Taehyung. I couldn’t see what exactly Jimin was doing because I closed my eyes from the sensory overload I was feeling. When I opened them again, Jimin was looking at neither of us, his face toward the ceiling and his eyes closed. I gazed at Taehyung and he looked up at me. Taehyung’s eyes were wider than both Jimin’s and mine’s. I opened my mouth in a question but nothing came out. Taehyung seemed to be unable to form words as well. I felt a hand trailing fingers up and down my thigh. I immediately bit my bottom lip as to not let any sounds out and my eyes snapped down to the hand. It was Jimin’s. His right arm was also moving, but on Taehyung’s thigh. When Jimin opened his eyes, the corner of his lips slowly turned up because contrary to the innocent image he was portraying, he knew exactly what he was doing to us. He removed his trailing hands from our thighs. Taehyung and I both let out a whine when he did. He sat up suddenly, his robe falling down half of his back before he caught it, exposing his shoulders. The expanse of his skin looked so inviting yet so unreachable. He stretched out his shaven leg towards the edge of the bed and it was bare, the robe scarcely covering the necessary parts. His foot barely touched the ground, his other leg under him. He no doubt knew Taehyung and I were gazing at him, so he stayed in that position for a few seconds, his legs on display, his robe halfway down his back, and his head tilted back a few inches. He gasped a quiet gasp and turned to us, his head now tilted towards his right shoulder, his signature half smile making its presence once again. His eyes flitted up in thought, as if he were trying to find the right words to say. Our attention was captured with ease and we were at the edge of the string waiting for what Jimin was going to say. “Sorry, I don’t wanna bother you while you’re playing.” And then he was giggling. And then he was getting up, gracefully so, and gliding towards the door. He opened the door and slipped through, but before he closed it, he stuck his head, a bare shoulder, and his leg back into the room just to spite us a bit more and bit his lip before releasing it again. “How rude of me.” And then the door shut and we could hear quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen, the person making them no doubt overwhelmingly pleased with himself. I let out a long exhale, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I turned around to Taehyung and I fell on him rather gracelessly, my front lining up with his. I buried my head in the crook of his shoulder and exhaled, my need to play games almost all gone at that point. Taehyung wrapped an arm around my lower back and pulled my lower half closer to him, no doubt trying to relieve some of the tension Jimin left in us. “Oh my god,” I nearly moaned. “Jungkook.” I half sighed and half moaned again as my hips moved on their own, seeking some sort of pleasure. “What,“ I whispered “Jungkook, you’re hard.” We both paused for a second before our shrill voices rang out clear throughout the bedroom and the rest of the apartment too. A clear name on the edge of our tongues. “Jimin!"