WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

thirty six.

jungkook's pov

"okay but how was it?"

"jimin that's not the point-"

"-was it good?"

"are you even listening-"

"-did he do well?"

"jimin-fuck- yes, he did." i huffed, annoyed with him cutting me off.

"you're welcome." he smirked smugly as he crossed his arms.

"fuck you bitch. stop being a bad influence to him." i warned.

"i hardly call that being a bad influence." he snorted.

"just stop putting ideas in his head, okay. seriously man, just-please." i sighed.

"fine, but can you at least admit that i did you a huge favor. you would've had blue balls by now." jimin wheezed.

"shut the fuck up. fine, i'll admit that i did enjoy it, now please behave yourself." i pinched the bridge of my nose before exiting his dorm, shaking my head.

"no promises!" i heard him laugh.

taehyung had confessed to me that at the sleepover jimin encouraged him to try it with me. i was deadly afraid that he was going to say he had practiced with jimin.

thankfully that hadn't been the case.

apparently he only gave him a very detailed description of how he usually sucked yoongi's dick.

i really didn't need to know.