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Jungkook looks at the sculpture, months of hard work finally resulting in something. Something he could be proud of.
He looks up reverently, hand reaching up to touch the ethereal face – beautiful, like the face it was envisioned after, and completely identical, if Jungkook himself could say so.
Park Jimin, forever immortalised.
Jungkook took plenty of liberties to duplicate the body, putting his heart and soul into concentrating on the mind of his creation as he wanted it to be, as the manuals he’d read had suggested.
Jimin was usually dressed in a purple suit he’d fashioned for him, although he was out of it in this moment. Jungkook thinks purple looks really good on him. Instead of his purple hair, Jungkook had resorted to his natural black, and the results were stunning .
A shame he would never find out.
And why would he? He would probably be disgusted with Jungkook knowing what he intends to do with his body.
Worship, only worship , Jungkook shakes his head.
He doesn’t have any ulterior motives, or does he? It’s true that he had to make some pretty hard decisions with the parts of Jimin that were quite unknown to him… and he did some other things - but there’s no way he could have avoided those, right?
Jungkook steps back to look at his creation, taking care so the CCTV in the periphery would not be able to stop him. The university had the worst security system ever, or how would he have gotten away with months of research in the forbidden section of the library - as well as erect a 6-foot tall statue and bring it to life-
No. But it’s not alive yet. Jungkook’s been waiting for the waning moon, all his long drawn research in the musty library has pointed towards it. A sliver of a crescent, that will bring him to life.
He still has some time though, he thinks as he looks out through the lone window in the room. There should be no harm in a little indulgence, right?
Jungkook gets on his knees in front of the naked statue.
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On the other side of the building, the real Park Jimin is watching with mild interest.
It didn’t really take much to hack into the university’s security feed, and now he has full reign over all the cameras and alarm systems. One click of a button and he could essentially do anything - start a riot, a power cut, a fire emergency - but he chooses not to. So much power, he thinks, he has to show some responsibility for it.
But now he’s intrigued. This student, two years his junior (and rather cute) has been hovering around him for a while now. And he thinks he’d be a fool not to notice. He’s seen him stare at him from the corner of his eye in their singular common class - art theory. He knew the boy had to be talented, because he was apparently worthy enough to be studying two levels higher than his age. Jimin smirks, thinking about the golden boy in the eyes of their professor – too bad he knows his dirty secret(s).
Jeon Jungkook has also been stealing books from the library - something he caught on the cameras a while back but he chose not to tell anyone - he’s totally in for free knowledge - what’s a little extra education going to do anyway - hurt people?
He watches as Jungkook hides behind one of the partitions behind the wall, and wishes for the thousandth time that there was a camera on the other side. Whoever thought of the camera placements clearly had no interest in blind spots and there were plenty of those in the university. Jungkook seemed to have found one of them, right in the restricted section of the library, and he’s been there for weeks doing god knows what.
Jimin thinks he should go investigate - but it’s really none of his business is it? Let kids do what they want (no matter how adorable they look with their large round eyes when they accidentally bump into Jimin).
And then - there’s movement. Jimin keeps his eyes peeled as Jungkook comes into view - apparently trying to get away from - another person? How did another being come to that side of the room? Jimin wonders. There are no doors there - just a window and a large mirror on the other side.
His train of thought is interrupted when he takes in what’s happening - Jungkook cowering, and the mysteriously tall figure approaching him. He can’t see his face well, but he doubts it’s one of Jungkook’s classmates.
Something about the scene just feels off. The sudden appearance, a scared Jungkook, the fact that he’s been mysteriously disappearing into the depths of the library after school hours - Jimin thinks this might be finally worth investigating.
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Jungkook hadn’t really thought about losing his virginity to a statue.
But desperate times called for desperate measures and there he was under the purview of a very formidable, very tall and dominating Park Jimin, and his eyes were burning hot pools of lava. No doubt, he hadn’t taken well to being teased days on end by the student.
“B-but I didn’t know you could feel it!” Jungkook squeals in fright as the naked statue looms over him. He falls to his feet, hugging the floor.
“That is absurd. Of course you knew,” Jimin fumes. “Now look at what you’ve done!”
The statue’s cock is flushed, red and wet from when Jungkook had been sucking on it enthusiastically. Jungkook wails as the statue grabs him by the hair and pulls him back. “Come on now, finish what you started.”
Jungkook nods meekly. This is what he was supposed to do after all. He gets to work again, diligently sucking the statue off.
“Tch, poor boy,” Jimin taunts as Jungkook looks up at him with a mouthful of his cock. The cock that he himself had sculpted, made it extra large and the poor thing can’t even fit it all in his mouth now that it’s alive. “What am I going to do with you?”
Jungkook listens to his words - or rather listens to his voice. He sounds just like Jimin, but speaking in a tone that the real Jimin had never used with him. Darker and smoother, like temptation personified, and sending pools of arousal to his stomach.
The statue drives him in deeper, making him gag and choke, and holds him down.
“See how well you take me. Made for it, weren’t you?” the sculpture muses. “You created me, and yet, here we are. It looks like you were made for me instead.”
Jungkook nods, bobbing eagerly. This is better than what he imagined. All fantasies of Jimin being mean to him, treating him like his good little slut - and he would be. He would be so good for him.
“Ah fuck, there’s a good boy. I’m close, think you can take me?” asks the statue. Jungkook looks up at him.
The statue takes him in, and the wretched boy is already hard in his pants. He laughs at Jungkook’s groan when his foot comes up to stroke the bulge. “Naughty, naughty, aren't you Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s hands on Jimin’s thighs are squeezing tight, so Jimin makes him let go, easing him a little off his cock.
“Take off that shirt for me, I think I want to come on your face. Wouldn’t want to get it dirty, would we?”
Jungkook immediately scrambles to unbutton his shirt, his chest coming into view, hard and perky nipples that Jimin immediately reaches down to grab.
Jungkook moans high at the back of his throat, and it’s at that moment that the real Park Jimin finally arrives.
There’s a sound of something dropping, then a gasp. The sculpture looks up, and Jungkook gets off his cock to swivel around in fear.
“You’re- you’re me,” says Jimin, shock written all over his handsome features.
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Jungkook watches as Jimin tries to take in what’s happening - whatever the fucks that’s happening around here.
Of course he’s shocked, anyone would be if they saw themselves fucking another person. He can’t even imagine what must be going through Jimin’s mind right now.
Jungkook’s artistic talent was another level, beyond what he could ever have imagined.
And also, the fact that Jungkook had tapped into some serious high level forbidden magic. Now he realises what all those occult books that Jungkook had been stealing out of the library were for. The evidence is right in front of him.
The sculpture seems to be staring back too, more out of amusement than shock compared to the real Jimin however, and Jungkook switches from their drastically different expressions, hovering between the two.
“Wait, wait- I can explain,'' Jungkook begins haphazardly, but the sculpture interrupts him.
“So this is who I was supposed to be modelled after, huh?”
He surveys Jimin, concentrating on his face. “Hm. Seems alright. You must have done a good job.”
Jungkook is flabbergasted. Jimin just looks between them in shock, unable to process.
“Come here, Park Jimin,” calls the sculpture.
Jimin starts walking forward like he’s in a trance. Enraptured by the statue, no doubt. Of course, it’s his face, his very stunningly handsome face and Jimin must be looking at himself in a new light. And then there’s the fact that he’s stark naked like a Greek god, and Jungkook was just on his knees worshipping him.
He gets up close to him, and Jungkook just watches helplessly as both Jimins, one that he made and one that he modelled from, look at each other up and down, getting closer and closer. touching each other’s arms.
The real Jimin has to look up because Jungkook made the statue of him as tall as 6 feet to satisfy his size kink, probably. Other parts of him are larger too, and he gulps as he looks down at the unclothed statue. Cock covered in Jungkook’s drool and spit from where he’d been doing his best to suck him off. Jimin zeroes in on the glistening length, his eyebrows crooking up.
He looks at Jungkook without turning his face. “Did you make me bigger on purpose, Jungkook?”
“Hyung- how was I supposed to know…” Jungkook whines, embarrassed.
“Well, you know my height, don’t you?” Jimin splutters as the mirror image of him smirks.
“I- I thought he’d shrink,” Jungkook mutters under his breath.
Jimin holds his breath as the sculpture gets closer, looking back at each other. Jimin mimics him, their noses almost touching. It’s the same eyes that Jimin sees when he looks into a mirror, correct to every eyelash. The detail is immaculate. The arch of his eyebrows to, the bridge of his nose, and the razor sharp point of his chin. Jimin’s looking at the shape of the statue’s lips - his lips - wondering when Jungkook had come so close to him physically as to copy the shape of his cupid’s bow in such great detail, when the tension in the room changes.
Even Jungkook, who’s watching the exchange intently, doesn’t catch it until it’s too late.
The statue grabs onto Jimin’s shoulders and pulls him in, their mouths crashing in unison.
Jungkook gapes as they kiss, watching them as their bodies get even closer, wrapping around each other. The sculpture's pale limbs capture the smaller Jimin, thoroughly making a mess of him. Only moans from his beloved crush.
Jungkook’s been hard for a while, but now it aches, almost unbearable.
He kneels, being ignored and hoping they’ll notice him when he whines, beginning to palm himself through his pants. The sculpture leans back with a snarl, his eyes on his creator. The human looks back in shock, his lips kissed red, cheeks flushed and breathing hard, and sees Jungkook rubbing his bulge at the sight of his idols kissing.
"Be a good boy and wait till we’re done, won’t you Jungkook?" commands the sculpture.
Jungkook whimpers, so close to the edge. "B-but I wanna come, please-"
"Hands behind your back right now."
Told off like a school boy, Jungkook obeys grudgingly. The poor thing is so hard, erection poking out of his clothes. He sulks, watching the two Jimins get back at it - the sculpture apparently taking a leaf out of Jungkook’s (stolen) books and snaking his hand between Jimin’s legs.
Jimin moans into the kiss, hips thrusting uncontrollably as the statue palms him. Minutes pass while Jungkook waits, trying to ignore the ache of his cock throbbing. He thinks he could come just from the sight alone.
Jimin smiles at the lovesick boy, adorably flustered - and now he knows why.
"Fuck," the sculpture leans back, a strand of saliva connecting their lips. "You taste so good," he looks at Jungkook. "Jungkook, you would like a taste too, wouldn't you?"
Jungkook nods, approaching them tentatively, looking at how Jimin's lips are swollen, plush pillowy lips reddened from kissing. He's breathing hard, and Jungkook doesn't think he's ever seen anything more beautiful.
"Come on Jungkook, aren't you going to give your crush a little show?"
Jungkook's eyes widen, as the sculpture reaches out and begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt, one handed, "Or maybe I should just show you off for him." He looks at Jimin. "Let me tell you, he's hiding quite a lot in those baggy clothes of his."
Jungkook squeaks as his shirt is ripped off him, exposing his chest to both men in the room. The sculpture gets behind him, hands grabbing his sides, holding him in place for Jimin to look at.
"Pretty, isn't he?" And Jimin nods, looking at Jungkook's flushed chest.
"Come on, touch his nipples, he loves it."
Jungkook involuntarily puffs his chest, offering it up to Jimin and caves in when he realises what he's doing. The sculpture lets out a short bark of laughter and presses down on his back, arching him and forcing him to revert back into optimal position. "Come on baby, let him play with your tits. This is what you wanted all along, didn't you?"
Jungkook whines, but Jimin's looking into his eyes, as if asking for permission, and he nods.
Jimin's fingers touch his chest, gently at first, and then urged by the sculpture, begin to reach for his nipples, the first pinch makes Jungkook wail, cock straining in his pants.
The sculpture's hands travel lower, cupping his hips. "Would you like to show off more of yourself to Jimin, sweetie?"
Jungkook turns red, but the sculpture is relentless. "Wouldn't you like to show him that pretty little cock?" He whispers into his ear, just loud enough that Jimin can still hear.
It's only to see how much he can embarrass the fuck out of Jungkook.
Jungkook's mouth opens in gasps and pants, because Jimin still hasn't stopped playing with his chest, rubbing and rolling the sensitive nipples with his fingers.
"You're so sensitive," he murmurs, when Jungkook jolts to a sharp tug. His pants are ruined, soaked through two layers and he's sure Jimin can see the effect.
"Please- please I need to-"
"Shh, we got you."
Caged between the two, Jungkook shivers as the sculpture undoes his trousers and pulls them down, revealing his drenched underwear, his erection barely contained inside.
Jimin stops for a moment too, his eyes wild at seeing what the both of them have done to the sweet little boy between them. He wanted this after all didn't he? That's why he modelled the sculpture after him. Now his dream can be fulfilled.
Jungkook wails as the sculpture palms him over his underwear, delicately rubbing over the length of him, fondly petting the head of his cock. The sculpture's other hand holds him in place by his waist.
The sculpture looks at Jimin, the way his eyes flash when Jungkook moans at the ministrations on his neglected cock.
"Don't you want to come, baby?" He taunts." Don't you want to show Jimin how pretty you look when you come? You surely had no problem showing me?"
Jimin looks up at him, his attention diverted from Jungkook's crotch. "He did that?"
The sculpture smirks. "You don't know what he used to do, do you? Right here, beyond the cameras, he'd suck me off, and of course, I couldn't orgasm while I was immobile. But he had no problem torturing me, so what's a little teasing going to do to him now?"
"No- no!" Jungkook manages. "I was just practising! Just practice-"
"Quiet." The sculpture squeezes his balls, making him mewl meekly. "You knew perfectly well what you were doing. Don't you wanna tell your crush what you’d do after?"
Jungkook's ass rubs against the sculpture's cock, and he can feel the size of him digging between his asscheeks as he massages Jungkook balls through his underwear, nails scratching at his waist.
"Ah! I- I would-" Jungkook groans, "I'd touch myself-"
"Yes, you'd touch yourself while you sucked me off. And then?"
"And then- I'd come- come on you-" Jungkook sobs.
"Come on me!" The sculpture thunders. "You'd have a nice little orgasm while I was still there, unable to move. Now I shall take my revenge, won't I?"
"No! No please I'm sorry, I wanna-, wanna come so bad please!"
The sculpture laughs. "You were practising, weren’t you? Preparing for this? We should get started already."
He directs Jimin to get the lube from Jungkook’s knapsack, and takes over for him, squeezing Jungkook's pecs with his hands, rolling the nipples with his fingers while Jungkook wails. He’s distracted by the sudden harsh onslaught and Jimin takes the opportunity to pull down his underwear. Jungkook’s cock jumps out, and he squeals in shock, unable to close his legs to hide because the sculpture holds his legs apart, and with his strong grip, begins to lift them up.
Jungkook’s suspended between them, only supported by the sculpture, on full display. His cock is flushed against his stomach, precum dribbling down to his hole. Jimin looks at him while he uncaps the lube.
“Please-” Jungkook whispers as Jimin begins to press wet fingers at his entrance.
"Slowly," says the sculpture. "He's a dirty little slut to have such fantasies, but he’s an innocent virgin after all."
“A virgin,” Jimin smirks, “that’s why he’s so desperate, isn’t he?”
Jungkook moans at his words as he’s fingered open by his crush. He’s inexperienced with receiving pleasure and so, so sensitive, but Jimin takes his time, watching how his muscles tense and clench.
Jungkook can’t even squirm, held up and completely exposed as he is. His cock leaks freely as Jimin rubs his prostate, making his eyes tear up from how hard he’s trying to hold back.
His head lolls against the sculpture’s shoulder who licks off his tears and tuts. “Crying already? Do his fingers feel that good, baby?”
“Maybe we should let him come,” Jimin suggests, looking at how Jungkook’s muscles are tensing from the pressure against the most sensitive parts of his body. “He won’t be able to hold it anyway once we start, judging by the way he’s leaking.” He uses his other hand to flick Jungkook’s cock, and the sculpture laughs. Maybe the real Jimin is a little sadistic too.
Jungkook cries out, his cock spurting precum pitifully, and the sculpture decides to be lenient for once, or maybe it’s because he knows Jungkook will be so much more responsive once he’s come, he’ll feel everything so much better.
They move to one of the library benches, clearing off the books and notes Jungkook had collected over the months, and replace them with his naked body.
He lies between their laps, head on the sculpture’s right next to his humongous dick. Legs spread and held apart by him while Jimin continues his ministrations, watching Jungkook’s face contort with pleasure when he finds his prostate, and rubs against it just right.
“Do that again,” the sculpture tells him, and Jimin does, both watching as Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head, already fucked dumb with three fingers. “See how he likes it?”
He makes Jungkook grab onto his own knees, lifting them up to his chest to make it easier for Jimin to fit four fingers inside him. Jungkook’s cock twitches and releases precum every time he grazes against his prostate, the thickness of the fingers inside him making him feel so deliciously full.
The statue guides Jimin to stroke him off, and Jungkook whimpers as he obeys. The sculpture himself toys with his nipples, hard nubs begging for attention and there isn’t much that Jungkook can do to hold back. He lets out a long high-pitched moan as his orgasm hits him hard, and then a constant stream of ‘ah’s when the insistent hand on his cock extends it, painting his stomach and abs white. Jimin’s fingers stop rubbing his prostate when he can’t take it anymore, but his nipples get rolled and twisted by the devious sculpture.
Jungkook lets go of his legs and begins to squirm again, so he’s flipped over onto all fours. Head held up by his hair, so the sculpture can see Jungkook’s face.
Jimin’s fingers have left, and Jungkook whines as he comes down from his orgasm, stretched wet hole clenching around nothing. His back is arched, legs spread apart and Jimin can see just how badly Jungkook wants it, his cock hardening again from the anticipation.
Jimin’s all worked up himself, has been since he got stroked to hardness by his doppelganger and began to play with Jungkook’s restrained body. Kissing himself was a whole different deal, and Jimin looks up at him over Jungkook’s body as he strokes himself, imagining what it’d be like if they fucked.
Jungkook interrupts his thoughts with a loud whimper, the sculpture’s spanking his ass, holding his cheeks apart all the better for Jimin to see what he’s getting into.
Maybe another time. They do have a whiny bunny between them to take care of.
Jimin lubes himself up and begins to work himself inside him.
The sculpture laughs at Jungkook’s blissed-out expression when Jimin enters him for the first time. “Finally getting what you want, hmm?”
Getting filled up by his crush, the real Park Jimin, while he looks into the face of a meaner Park Jimin. Things couldn’t have worked out better for him.
"So- so full, please-" he begs, looking up at the sculpture’s black eyes.
"You like getting filled up, don’t you?" he smirks knowingly. "You were enjoying having my cock in your mouth so much, sweetheart. See how well you take his cock now."
Jungkook does take it well - even though the sculpture’s was bigger in his mouth, this is his first time with a cock inside him, and Jimin feels so big inside him, and the sculpture tells him to relax and take it.
The sculpture advances close, grabbing Jungkook’s jaw to make him look to his left. Jungkook stares, confused, and then he sees it.
The mirror.
“Baby, look at yourself,” and Jungkook does. In the mirror, his back is arched up, ass poised up for Jimin while the two of them cage him on either side. Even though he just came, he finds his cock throbbing hard, just at the sight.
The sculpture holds Jungkook’s face up with one hand, squeezing his cheeks so Jungkook’s noises are only mewls barely escaping his mouth. “See how well you take it?” The sculpture taps at his cheek with his free hand, gently at first, but then harder as he sees how Jungkook absolutely loses it, letting out moans as his cheeks redden like he’s blushing deeply.
Jimin grunts, and Jungkook’s eyes revert back to the mirror to look at his crush coming apart at the seams at the tight grip of his ass.
The sculpture’s hand goes from his chin down to his throat and squeezes at the sides, watching as his eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen while Jimin settles in to look for his prostate.
They communicate over him, the sculpture letting go of Jungkook’s neck only when Jimin has found it, and Jungkook jerks in their grasp, nearly caving down but the sculpture’s there to support him. Jungkook breathes in, feeling the full length of Jimin inside him. His eyes roll back from how full he feels, warm pulsing length inside him that twitches and throbs. He looks at the mirror, unprompted this time, and reminds himself that it’s his crush that’s inside him.
And then the head of Jimin’s cock rubs at his prostate, sending him into a frenzy of mewls.
"So pretty baby, moaning so nicely for us," the sculpture supplies, one hand playing with his pebbled nipples. Jimin continues to stroke his sweet spot, knowing how much he likes it.
Jungkook has been hard the entire time, now it’s unbearable when it feels so good to have Jimin playing with his prostate. He tightens around him.
"Fuck," Jimin says, "He’s clenching, I don’t think I can hold back."
The sculpture takes the reins, pushing Jungkook down to his waist, letting his hands grab his hips while Jimin grabs Jungkook’s to keep him upright.
He directs Jungkook’s mouth onto his cock. "Now suck baby, you can have what you wanted all along."
The boy looks up tearfully with flushed cheeks and takes the cock in front of him, wet and drooling - and he wants it in his mouth. He takes him in, as much as he can, filled up on both ends by his Jimins.
"There we go, our good little slut. Taking us so well, baby."
Jimin has been holding back but he begins to pound into Jungkook, chasing his orgasm while Jungkook chokes on the sculpture’s cock. He gets him to groan as Jungkook takes him in fully, his throat constricting as the head hits the back of it.
The sculpture pulls at his nipples at the same time that Jimin begins to stroke his cock, so flushed and hard from the need to come. Jungkook tenses up, struggling to make a sound around his mouthful with his body undergoing such sweet torture.
Jimin looks at the mirror when he’s close, watching how Jungkook wriggles between them. Cute, he thinks at the back of his head. He looks at his doppelganger too, on the brink of pleasure, an orgasm about to overtake him after the way he’d been edged for so long.
Between them, Jungkook’s body goes rigid, and then he’s coming, his cock being squeezed by Jimin’s hand, massaging the head to coax him of all his come. Jungkook sags when he’s done, the aftershocks pulsing through him. That makes Jimin comes undone, unable to hold back from the sensation of the constantly clenching walls. Jungkook makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat, unable to vocalise it, as he feels Jimin’s cock twitching inside him. The messy, unfamiliar feeling of wetness so deep inside him making his head spin.
At the same moment, the sculpture comes into his throat, deep inside so Jungkook doesn’t even have to swallow. Painting his insides with their come on both ends. Jungkook whines as they continue thrusting into him to extend their orgasms, overstimulating him.
When they’re done, Jungkook is pulled off both their cocks. He’s a boneless mess of come, his own on the outside and Jimin’s come dribbling from his ass. He gets flipped over and the sculpture sits him upright, facing Jimin.
He falls forward, and Jimin catches him in his arms, both coming down from their orgasms. Jimin looks at the trembling boy in his lap, fucked dumb and somewhere in Jimin’s orgasm addled brain he finds himself realising how attractive Jungkook is. Sure he’s cute, but now there’s a sort of admiration for the younger, knowing that he created an entire sculpture and brought it to life all by himself. He was obsessed with him, still is. And it’s clear from the way Jungkook looks up at him with starry eyes, his head in his lap.
“Time is short, “ says the sculpture. “The hour of the waning moon is almost over.” He takes long strides and cleans himself up with tissues from Jungkook’s knapsack before donning on the clothes that Jungkook had presumably taken off before he had begun his nighttime activities. A purple suit, glimmering in the dark.
“I’ll be back,” the sculpture smiles at Jimin. “Until then, take care of him.” He stands on the pedestal once more, his expression back to stoic and unbothered, and then there’s no more movement. Jimin smiles at him, and he thinks he might imagine the twinkle in his eye. He reverts back to Jungkook, surveying the boy’s condition.
He’s so cute, Jimin thinks, mumbling incoherent words and clinging to him. Just having lost his virginity to him and spitroasted, he’s been through a lot. Jimin speaks soft words with him, coaxing him and massaging his limbs.
Jungkook blinks at him, and Jimin sees himself in his startled eyes. It’s the same face as the sculpture but different in a way only he would know. And then he sees Jungkook, full of hope and wonder, sees the boy who wanted his attention so bad he made a sculpture of him.
The least he could do is try and see what Jungkook was like, get to know him better. Maybe return the favour for being such a good boy.
Or maybe he should just tease him a little first.
“So you have a crush on me?”
Jungkook blinks and stutters, and Jimin laughs, carding through his hair. “If this is your way of asking me out, I might say yes, you know.”
The younger blushes and looks down at himself, staggered. “What? I’m a mess.”
“Hmm, I like you messy,” Jimin muses, rubbing his chest. “A really cute mess.”
Jungkook’s still in a daze, looking up at Jimin with starry doe eyes.
“So, uh, would you like to go out and get some coffee?” he asks impulsively, already regretting what he’s about to say - but now there’s no going back. “Just me and you, without um... the other you."
He looks slightly horrified at his own words, and Jimin guesses he’s never asked someone out. But he did it for him, how endearing. Built a whole sculpture, just out of admiration for him.
"Okay, hope I live up to your expectations," Jimin smiles.
Jungkook’s eyes widen in wonder this time. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, of course, I’d love to. How lucky am I to get someone who’d build a sculpture for me?” he teases.
“Shut up,” Jungkook whines, burrowing into Jimin’s lap.
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