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"There is no way that we were not switched at birth," you shook your head, as you watched your older brother Seokjin horsing around with your next door neighbor, Jungkook. "You are absolutely right, sweetheart," Namjoon, Jungkook's brother, placed his arm around your shoulder, relating to you one hundred percent. Jin and Jungkook were always messing around, both introverts by nature, they seemed to wake up the inner child in each other. You and Namjoon, seemed more in tune with each other, both studious and enthralled with quiet time filled with deep thinking.
You and Jungkook were in each other's lives from what seemed like right out of the womb. Jin pretty much spent all his time with Joon, who was also his best friend…and since you each tagged along with them whenever you could, you'd developed a close friendship of your own. Whatever the reason for hanging out, you and him always had fun together. You'd never really admit it, but you were pretty much best friends too.
Jin and Joon always teased the two of you, saying that one day you would be married, but you'd both roll your eyes and shake your heads, each adamant that you'd always only be friends.
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"You're so dumb," you teased Jungkook, while he pouted, "stop it…that pout doesn't work with me like it does our brothers." "What? I'm not pouting, I'm just sad that you're being so mean to me," he looked down, pretending like he was sad. You punched his arm and shook your head, "you are the mean one. You're relentless with this game. You know I've barely started to learn it…and my training is based on your direction, which you only give when you're already kicking my ass." He laughed, unable to hide his amusement at you telling the absolute truth, "well, it's not my fault. You learn too fast, then you kick my ass, so…forgive me for wanting to retain some of my rep for a while."
"I can't believe that they are already going away for school," you brought up the elephant in the room, "didn't it happen so fast?" "Yes, I'm going to miss beating up your brother," he laughed and you giggled, covering your mouth. "I'm going to miss my opportunities to commiserate with your brother about how annoying you and Jin are," you kept a straight face, waiting for what you said to be processed. You started laughing the moment you saw him catch it and before you had any time to prepare he was on top of you, holding your wrists against the carpet. He held a straight face and ordered, "take it back." "What? The truth?" You goaded, knowing he was probably going to attack in some way. "I'm serious, you better take it back…or else?" He held a devious smirk on his lips, daring you to try him.
You rolled your eyes, who did he think he was messing with, your brother was Jin. "Sorry…" You started with a semi-serious tone, preparing yourself for his reaction when you finished, "...but, I speak only facts." He dropped his jaw and shook his head, "I warned you." Your body tightened up, waiting for what he was going to do and before you could think he had your body locked between his legs, tickling you. You tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. You decided the only option was to try to hold your arms tight against your sides and keep wiggling so he had to struggle to really get you. You were both laughing so much your stomach hurt and he offered you a way out, as he held you onto the carpet again by your wrists, "give up, beg for mercy and I'll stop."
You were nothing if not the most stubborn person he knew. The look in your eyes told him that you'd pee your pants before begging for mercy, "never." He shook his head and started to tickle you again, but this time, using one of your 'escape from Jin' tricks, you flipped to where you were on top of him, straddling his waist, as you tried with all your might to hold him still. You laughed and directed, "once you tell me I'm right…as always, I'll let you go." You were giggling, expecting him to keep teasing you, but the look on his face and the obvious pink on his cheeks, caught you off guard. "You're right," he said quickly, "I give up."
"What?" You released his arms, but remained on top of him, "seriously, that easily? No way, I don't trust you, it's a trick." His facial expressions were somewhat stoic and you wondered if he was ok. "I promise, I give up," he held his hands up and asked sincerely, "can I please get up?" You rolled off of him and widened your eyes, feeling a little uneasy, but…within a few moments, he was standing up, smiling, and excusing himself, "I'll be right back, k?" "Oh-kay," you stated suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of you. You plopped down onto the couch, keeping your arms crossed, sitting in ponderance of what was with the energy shift.
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'Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,' Jungkook was in an internal battle with himself, 'what was that? How? With her?' He'd stepped into the bathroom, confused, as he essentially spoke to his erection. 'We're friends, nothing else…what was that? That position, with her on top of me, goddamn, HOT, I bet she would feel so good around my…FUCK, STOP IT!' He closed his eyes, thinking, as he tried to take care of the 'hard' situation internally. He tried desperately to think of anything else, anyone else…but it was no use. He knew there was only one way to take care of it. He pulled down his sweatpants, just enough to pull out his cock and began stroking. He tried to picture the girls from his favorite porn sites or even a few other girls at school, but the only face he could see was yours. He closed his eyes, picturing your legs spread on top of him, still able to feel your body straddled around his waist…'Fuck! Holt shiiiiit! Fuckfuckfuck!' He opened his eyes, looked straight into the large mirror in his bathroom and shook his head at the man looking back, 'what the fuck is this?'
"Ummm, everything ok?" You asked when he walked back into the room, his face looking a bit red, he had obviously been sweating. "Yeah, fine," he spoke in a quiet tone, then took a seat on the chair furthest away from you, which was not normal. "Are you sure?" You scooted a little closer, trying to figure out what was happening. "Yeah," he knew you knew something was off, but what could he say, 'just had to jack off in the bathroom because you being on top of me turned me on and now I'm thinking I might want to fuck you, which is weird as shit', "stomach ache." "Oh," you stayed put, realizing that the time in the bathroom was probably spent remedying that situation, so you stopped and moved forward, "you still want to hang out?" "Yeah, yeah," he started, "I'm fine…well, actually, can we hang at your house instead, maybe later?" "Yeah, of course," you stood up, feeling like he was embarrassed or something, "text me." "Yup," he waved, staying seated, worried he might have another incident. You walked out, closing the front door, shaking your head to get the weirdness out of it.
"Oh my god," Jungkook dropped his head back on the chair, taking a long deep breath, before he blew it out slowly, "what the fuck?" He had only ever seen you as a friend, never, NEVER, had he thought about you in any other way. But now, his thoughts were racing with 'more than friends' thoughts. But why? You'd had tickle wars in the past, plenty of times with you on top of him and he on you, but what the hell made this different? He was stuck, so far stuck, that when Namjoon said hi as he walked into the living room, he didn't even hear him. "Hello," Joon waved his hand in front of his face, "bro, are you playing or what?"
"Oh, hi, yeah," Jungkook sputtered, "maybe, no. No, not really." "Brooo," Namjoon stared at him, "what the fuck is wrong with you?" "What do you mean?" Jungkook tried to get back some focus and tried to concentrate on the present. "Ummm, oh-kay," Joon teased, "do you even know where you are? You sound confused and out of it…what's up?" "Nothing, just you know…," Jungkook didn't want to tell Joon what had happened, didn't want to add wind to the sails of all that would be you, but, he was at a loss and if nothing else, Joon was the best person to talk to for advice. "No, I actually don't know, that's why I'm asking," Joon got closer to him and waited for Jungkook to spill it.
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"How's the future husband?" Jin teased you as you walked into the front door of your house. He was in the kitchen, making something that smelled amazing, "shut up, not gonna happen." "Mmm hmm, I can't wait to tell you I told you so," he teased a bit more, as he continued to cook. "It smells so good in here, is this dinner?" You asked, as you searched for something that you could taste. "Yeah," he explained, "mom and dad called, they're still working, won't be home until late again. So you get to be blessed with my incredible culinary skills." You giggled as you clapped and cheated, like you'd won the lottery, "yes, win for me, brother." He smiled, giving you that look, the one that told you just how much he cared about you and how happy he was to be your older brother. Before he could say anything, you squeezed him tight, and kissed his cheek, "I love you too big brother!" He smiled, before he started to tease you again, both of you falling into your usual routine.
"Why don't you call them and invite them for dinner," Jin asked as he nodded his head in the direction of Joon and Jungkook's house, "their dad is still out of town." "Sure thing," you started to text Jungkook, but Jin scolded you, "call, sister." You pouted in protest, "why do I have to call when I can just text JK?" "Because, I want them to actually know that dinner is being prepared, a call will ensure that," he tilted his head to the side with a serious, yet still gentle look on his face, which said 'why are you even arguing when you know you're just going to do it anyway'. "Hi, I know it's weird but my brother made me call," you whined to Jungkook who had answered his phone slightly flustered, "are you still sick? You sound weird." "Oh-Kay, Well Jin made dinner so you and Joonie should come over in like…," you looked at Jin, your eyes asking how long you should say. He held up both of his hands and you went back to your call with JK, "ten minutes." "Yeah, of course, I'll let him know. We'll send a plate back with your brother. Sorry you aren't feeling well," you pouted and shrugged as you made eye contact with Jin, "ok, text later. Feel better, bye."
"He's not feeling well, he had some stomach thing earlier, he said to tell you he was sorry he couldn't make it," you explained what Jungkook told you as you helped Jin to set the table. "Yeah, right, that punk just doesn't want me to beat him in the next level," Jin chuckled, rolling his eyes, before nudging you as he passed by you heading back into the kitchen. You laughed and agreed, "yeah, probably." You shrugged, thinking it was odd that he would opt out of a Jin cooked meal, but the day just seemed kinda weird in general. So, you let it be and finished helping Jin.
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"Well, that's weird as fuck," Joon shook his head, trying not to laugh at his panicking little brother. "Well, it's what I can do," Jungkook shrugged, "it's gonna be more fucking weird if I'm hard again next to her. Nope, too much to process today." Namjoon giggled, gently teasing, "well, now that you too will be alone more…who knows?" "Namjoon, no," JK retorted, "not her." "Why the fuck not?" Joon folded his arms in front of him, leaning back against the island in their kitchen, "she's beautiful, funny, smart, you get along. What's the problem?" Jungkook shook his head, placed his hand on Namjoon's shoulder and squeezed, "not her. Just…not her."
JK left the kitchen and the conversation with Joon, "I'm gonna take a shower. Tell Jin I said hi." Namjoon laughed, unwilling to relent, bringing you up, especially with the pre-dinner invite conversation they had about his untimely erection, "a shower? But, 'not her' right?" "Shut up," Jungkook called out, realizing he'd left the door wide open for Joon to walk in and tease him. "Just remember, it's ok to jerk, but just give yourself a break every few minutes…you've got years of jerking material from her, to make up for." "Fuck you, Joon!" Jungkook shouted out in frustration, shaking his head, wishing he hadn't told him about the situation with you. But, it was the only thing he could think about, the only thought running through his mind, he undressed for the shower to reveal his hardened state once again, screaming out internally, 'WHATTHEFUCK!'
'Why not her?' Namjoon's voice repeated in Jungkook's thoughts, causing him to actually think about it, 'I mean, it's nothing about her, yes she's gorgeous and funny and I love that she can game and we have fun together, but…we've never been like that. How could I be her boyfriend? That would be so weird. Plus she's never even shown interest in me. This is crazy, we're just meant to be friends.' He nodded, as if he'd figured out how to end global warming, assuring himself that indeed this is what made sense.
He stepped out of the shower, drying his long black locks, as he watched the mirror in front of him come back into focus as the fog on it cleared. "Right?" He spoke to himself, as if he needed a second opinion, one to tell him he wasn't still losing his shit over one hard on. "Yeah, yes, that's right," he added enthusiasm to his nodding, "right?"
You and Jungkook were in each other's lives from what seemed like right out of the womb. Jin pretty much spent all his time with Joon, who was also his best friend…and since you each tagged along with them whenever you could, you'd developed a close friendship of your own. Whatever the reason for hanging out, you and him always had fun together. You'd never really admit it, but you were pretty much best friends too.
Jin and Joon always teased the two of you, saying that one day you would be married, but you'd both roll your eyes and shake your heads, each adamant that you'd always only be friends.
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"You're so dumb," you teased Jungkook, while he pouted, "stop it…that pout doesn't work with me like it does our brothers." "What? I'm not pouting, I'm just sad that you're being so mean to me," he looked down, pretending like he was sad. You punched his arm and shook your head, "you are the mean one. You're relentless with this game. You know I've barely started to learn it…and my training is based on your direction, which you only give when you're already kicking my ass." He laughed, unable to hide his amusement at you telling the absolute truth, "well, it's not my fault. You learn too fast, then you kick my ass, so…forgive me for wanting to retain some of my rep for a while."
"I can't believe that they are already going away for school," you brought up the elephant in the room, "didn't it happen so fast?" "Yes, I'm going to miss beating up your brother," he laughed and you giggled, covering your mouth. "I'm going to miss my opportunities to commiserate with your brother about how annoying you and Jin are," you kept a straight face, waiting for what you said to be processed. You started laughing the moment you saw him catch it and before you had any time to prepare he was on top of you, holding your wrists against the carpet. He held a straight face and ordered, "take it back." "What? The truth?" You goaded, knowing he was probably going to attack in some way. "I'm serious, you better take it back…or else?" He held a devious smirk on his lips, daring you to try him.
You rolled your eyes, who did he think he was messing with, your brother was Jin. "Sorry…" You started with a semi-serious tone, preparing yourself for his reaction when you finished, "...but, I speak only facts." He dropped his jaw and shook his head, "I warned you." Your body tightened up, waiting for what he was going to do and before you could think he had your body locked between his legs, tickling you. You tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. You decided the only option was to try to hold your arms tight against your sides and keep wiggling so he had to struggle to really get you. You were both laughing so much your stomach hurt and he offered you a way out, as he held you onto the carpet again by your wrists, "give up, beg for mercy and I'll stop."
You were nothing if not the most stubborn person he knew. The look in your eyes told him that you'd pee your pants before begging for mercy, "never." He shook his head and started to tickle you again, but this time, using one of your 'escape from Jin' tricks, you flipped to where you were on top of him, straddling his waist, as you tried with all your might to hold him still. You laughed and directed, "once you tell me I'm right…as always, I'll let you go." You were giggling, expecting him to keep teasing you, but the look on his face and the obvious pink on his cheeks, caught you off guard. "You're right," he said quickly, "I give up."
"What?" You released his arms, but remained on top of him, "seriously, that easily? No way, I don't trust you, it's a trick." His facial expressions were somewhat stoic and you wondered if he was ok. "I promise, I give up," he held his hands up and asked sincerely, "can I please get up?" You rolled off of him and widened your eyes, feeling a little uneasy, but…within a few moments, he was standing up, smiling, and excusing himself, "I'll be right back, k?" "Oh-kay," you stated suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of you. You plopped down onto the couch, keeping your arms crossed, sitting in ponderance of what was with the energy shift.
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'Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,' Jungkook was in an internal battle with himself, 'what was that? How? With her?' He'd stepped into the bathroom, confused, as he essentially spoke to his erection. 'We're friends, nothing else…what was that? That position, with her on top of me, goddamn, HOT, I bet she would feel so good around my…FUCK, STOP IT!' He closed his eyes, thinking, as he tried to take care of the 'hard' situation internally. He tried desperately to think of anything else, anyone else…but it was no use. He knew there was only one way to take care of it. He pulled down his sweatpants, just enough to pull out his cock and began stroking. He tried to picture the girls from his favorite porn sites or even a few other girls at school, but the only face he could see was yours. He closed his eyes, picturing your legs spread on top of him, still able to feel your body straddled around his waist…'Fuck! Holt shiiiiit! Fuckfuckfuck!' He opened his eyes, looked straight into the large mirror in his bathroom and shook his head at the man looking back, 'what the fuck is this?'
"Ummm, everything ok?" You asked when he walked back into the room, his face looking a bit red, he had obviously been sweating. "Yeah, fine," he spoke in a quiet tone, then took a seat on the chair furthest away from you, which was not normal. "Are you sure?" You scooted a little closer, trying to figure out what was happening. "Yeah," he knew you knew something was off, but what could he say, 'just had to jack off in the bathroom because you being on top of me turned me on and now I'm thinking I might want to fuck you, which is weird as shit', "stomach ache." "Oh," you stayed put, realizing that the time in the bathroom was probably spent remedying that situation, so you stopped and moved forward, "you still want to hang out?" "Yeah, yeah," he started, "I'm fine…well, actually, can we hang at your house instead, maybe later?" "Yeah, of course," you stood up, feeling like he was embarrassed or something, "text me." "Yup," he waved, staying seated, worried he might have another incident. You walked out, closing the front door, shaking your head to get the weirdness out of it.
"Oh my god," Jungkook dropped his head back on the chair, taking a long deep breath, before he blew it out slowly, "what the fuck?" He had only ever seen you as a friend, never, NEVER, had he thought about you in any other way. But now, his thoughts were racing with 'more than friends' thoughts. But why? You'd had tickle wars in the past, plenty of times with you on top of him and he on you, but what the hell made this different? He was stuck, so far stuck, that when Namjoon said hi as he walked into the living room, he didn't even hear him. "Hello," Joon waved his hand in front of his face, "bro, are you playing or what?"
"Oh, hi, yeah," Jungkook sputtered, "maybe, no. No, not really." "Brooo," Namjoon stared at him, "what the fuck is wrong with you?" "What do you mean?" Jungkook tried to get back some focus and tried to concentrate on the present. "Ummm, oh-kay," Joon teased, "do you even know where you are? You sound confused and out of it…what's up?" "Nothing, just you know…," Jungkook didn't want to tell Joon what had happened, didn't want to add wind to the sails of all that would be you, but, he was at a loss and if nothing else, Joon was the best person to talk to for advice. "No, I actually don't know, that's why I'm asking," Joon got closer to him and waited for Jungkook to spill it.
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"How's the future husband?" Jin teased you as you walked into the front door of your house. He was in the kitchen, making something that smelled amazing, "shut up, not gonna happen." "Mmm hmm, I can't wait to tell you I told you so," he teased a bit more, as he continued to cook. "It smells so good in here, is this dinner?" You asked, as you searched for something that you could taste. "Yeah," he explained, "mom and dad called, they're still working, won't be home until late again. So you get to be blessed with my incredible culinary skills." You giggled as you clapped and cheated, like you'd won the lottery, "yes, win for me, brother." He smiled, giving you that look, the one that told you just how much he cared about you and how happy he was to be your older brother. Before he could say anything, you squeezed him tight, and kissed his cheek, "I love you too big brother!" He smiled, before he started to tease you again, both of you falling into your usual routine.
"Why don't you call them and invite them for dinner," Jin asked as he nodded his head in the direction of Joon and Jungkook's house, "their dad is still out of town." "Sure thing," you started to text Jungkook, but Jin scolded you, "call, sister." You pouted in protest, "why do I have to call when I can just text JK?" "Because, I want them to actually know that dinner is being prepared, a call will ensure that," he tilted his head to the side with a serious, yet still gentle look on his face, which said 'why are you even arguing when you know you're just going to do it anyway'. "Hi, I know it's weird but my brother made me call," you whined to Jungkook who had answered his phone slightly flustered, "are you still sick? You sound weird." "Oh-Kay, Well Jin made dinner so you and Joonie should come over in like…," you looked at Jin, your eyes asking how long you should say. He held up both of his hands and you went back to your call with JK, "ten minutes." "Yeah, of course, I'll let him know. We'll send a plate back with your brother. Sorry you aren't feeling well," you pouted and shrugged as you made eye contact with Jin, "ok, text later. Feel better, bye."
"He's not feeling well, he had some stomach thing earlier, he said to tell you he was sorry he couldn't make it," you explained what Jungkook told you as you helped Jin to set the table. "Yeah, right, that punk just doesn't want me to beat him in the next level," Jin chuckled, rolling his eyes, before nudging you as he passed by you heading back into the kitchen. You laughed and agreed, "yeah, probably." You shrugged, thinking it was odd that he would opt out of a Jin cooked meal, but the day just seemed kinda weird in general. So, you let it be and finished helping Jin.
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"Well, that's weird as fuck," Joon shook his head, trying not to laugh at his panicking little brother. "Well, it's what I can do," Jungkook shrugged, "it's gonna be more fucking weird if I'm hard again next to her. Nope, too much to process today." Namjoon giggled, gently teasing, "well, now that you too will be alone more…who knows?" "Namjoon, no," JK retorted, "not her." "Why the fuck not?" Joon folded his arms in front of him, leaning back against the island in their kitchen, "she's beautiful, funny, smart, you get along. What's the problem?" Jungkook shook his head, placed his hand on Namjoon's shoulder and squeezed, "not her. Just…not her."
JK left the kitchen and the conversation with Joon, "I'm gonna take a shower. Tell Jin I said hi." Namjoon laughed, unwilling to relent, bringing you up, especially with the pre-dinner invite conversation they had about his untimely erection, "a shower? But, 'not her' right?" "Shut up," Jungkook called out, realizing he'd left the door wide open for Joon to walk in and tease him. "Just remember, it's ok to jerk, but just give yourself a break every few minutes…you've got years of jerking material from her, to make up for." "Fuck you, Joon!" Jungkook shouted out in frustration, shaking his head, wishing he hadn't told him about the situation with you. But, it was the only thing he could think about, the only thought running through his mind, he undressed for the shower to reveal his hardened state once again, screaming out internally, 'WHATTHEFUCK!'
'Why not her?' Namjoon's voice repeated in Jungkook's thoughts, causing him to actually think about it, 'I mean, it's nothing about her, yes she's gorgeous and funny and I love that she can game and we have fun together, but…we've never been like that. How could I be her boyfriend? That would be so weird. Plus she's never even shown interest in me. This is crazy, we're just meant to be friends.' He nodded, as if he'd figured out how to end global warming, assuring himself that indeed this is what made sense.
He stepped out of the shower, drying his long black locks, as he watched the mirror in front of him come back into focus as the fog on it cleared. "Right?" He spoke to himself, as if he needed a second opinion, one to tell him he wasn't still losing his shit over one hard on. "Yeah, yes, that's right," he added enthusiasm to his nodding, "right?"
