Thread by @BeeTSBTSBTS

Duality of Man
Synopsis: Your best friend begs you to try out a new spell to make him cooler. When the dust clears, you discover there are now two Jimins: one ultra-suave sexy one and one giggly adorable one.

Warnings: sexually explicit content, threesome with two Jimins, mxm and fxm smut

Rules of the Twtfic
1. The whole thing is written live. It is not beta’d or edited and it might be terrible. It will definitely have typos and cringey dialogue tags.
2. I may abandon it halfway through.
3. It may end up in a totally different place than where I thought it would.

"Jimin!" You cough as acrid purple smoke fills your lungs. "Jimin, are you okay?"

You hear him coughing just a few feet in front of you, but can't see him through the smoke of your spell. "Yeah," he chokes out, now to your right. "I'm okay I think."

"Do you-" You cough again as the smoke burns your lungs. "Do you feel any cooler?"

"Not really,"Jimin replies, sounding hoarse, and now to your left.

"Wait, who said that?" says the voice on your right.

Oh no. Something is not right.

"Who's there?" Jimin voice squeaks to your left.

Then Jimin's hand finds your right knee. "Are you teasing me right now?" he asks. "How are you doing that?"

"Stop it!" says left Jimin. "You're freaking me out!"

"I'm not doing anything!" you insist to the voices of Jimin.

You slide your knee out from Jimin's grasp. The warmth lingers through your jeans. You move through your smoky bedroom, relying on memory to get you to the window. Thank goodness you disconnected the smoke detector or your whole dorm would be emptying on to the lawn right now.

"Fuck," you mutter as you search the window frame for the latch. You find it and wrench the window open, coughing again as the smoke billows out around you.

"Having fun up there?" some dude calls from the quad below, but you ignore him, spinning back around to check on Jimin.

"Holy fucking shit."

Two Jimins are seated crossed legged on your floor, one on either side of your casting pentagram. One of them coughs, wide-eyed, waving the residual smoke out of his face. The other stares at the twin sitting across from him with a small bemused smile.

"What the fuck just happened?" Smiling Jimin chuckles, eyes not leaving his clone.

Coughing Jimin hiccups and turns to you, avoiding the gaze of his more amused twin. "Did something go wrong?"

"Clearly," you mutter, sitting down between them. "I told you this was a bad idea. I've never seen anyone reference this spell before."

"Aw..." Right Jimin slings an arm around your shoulder. "What good is being a witch if you can't help your magically-impaired best friend?"

"That is not the point of magic, Park Jimin." You wiggle out of his grasp again. Jimin's always been touchy, but you've never gotten used to it. "I'm supposed to be balancing the forces of light and dark and all that shit."

"I just thought it might help me with that audition." Left Jimin's bottom lip puffs out as he draws his knees to his chest. "I just wanted to be a little cooler."

You shake your head, smiling. Jimin could always talk you into anything. You were weak for him.

Pouting Jimin's newly-minted twin finds him just as endearing. "We are cool!" Confident Jimin claps his hands together. "We have excellent hair." He pushes his fluffy bright pink locks off his forehead, then lets them fall gently back into place. He just dyed it yesterday.

The boy clasping his knees smiles at the antics of his identical twin. "It looks really good on you," he says quietly as the Jimin across from him runs his fingers through his hair again, preening. It's hard for you to do anything but stare at the two of them.

"Oh shit," you mutter, rifling through your latin dictionary. "They mistranslated this word here."

Both Jimins lean in closer to see where you're pointing to the original description of the spell in the faded brown spell book.

"Evolvo..." the Jimin on your left reads aloud.

"Sounds fairly obvious to me," right-Jimin replies. "Doesn't that mean evolve?"

"That's what the intern you bribed for this spell thought," you explain. "And me being a dumbass, didn't bother to double-check."

Left-Jimin's eyes widen. "What does it really mean?"

"She thought it meant evolve, like you would evolve into your cooler self." You splay out the dictionary pages for both of them to see. "But it can also be translated as unravel, disentangle, or detach."

Left-Jimin gasps in shock. "You detached my cooler self?"

"Yeah," you reply. "If I'm reading this correctly, your two halves have been split apart. One cool and one, uh, not so much."

"Which one is which?" Left-Jimin asks, eyeing his twin suspiciously.

"Oh honey..." Right-Jimin chuckles. "If you have to ask..."

You take a moment to look more closely at the two versions of your best friend sitting on either side of you and it's obvious that cool-Jimin is right.

Even though they're wearing the same clothes, have the same hair, and the same face, they feel like two different men next to you.

The Jimin on your right reclines back on his hands, legs spread wide apart, smirking at the boy across from him.

The Jimin on your left seems much smaller, legs drawn up to his chest, chin tucked between his knees, frowning as the man across from him eyes him up and down.

"Will we be stuck like this?" Left-Jimin asks.

You scroll rapidly through the forums on your phone, looking to see if anyone has tried this spell before.

You sigh in relief as you find a relevant post. "No, thank goodness."

"That's great!" Left-Jimin perks up, lifting his head from his knees.

"Why not?" Right-Jimin leans over you.

"It's unstable," you answer. "The magic has to work to keep you apart. You're more stable together. Your atoms want to merge back together. As long as you two are near each other, it will just happen when the spell expires."

"How long until we go back to normal then?" Not-So-Cool Jimin asks.

"3 or 4 hours," you reply. "But it's important that none of us leave the room until then."

Obviously-Cooler Jimin smirks. "Seems like we need a way to kill a few hours together then."

The way Jimin is staring at you as he smirks makes your stomach clench. But you've been hopelessly pining after your oblivious best friend for too many years to believe he what he might be hinting at now.

You scan your room for a distraction. "I have a Ouija board."

"Oh!" says the less dangerous Jimin to your left. "I have some tarot cards in my backpack!" He clambers to his feet and heads for his bag. "You can tell our fortune."

"Sure, sure..." Smirking Jimin nods as he watches twin scamper across the room. "Or we could have sex."

"What?" You and the other Jimin say in unison. Jimin is so flustered that he trips over his own feet as he comes to sit back down next you, sprawling across the floor and knocking over several burnt out candles.

The obnoxiously confident Jimin chuckles. "Just seemed like an interesting experiment is all." He holds up his hands. "Totally fine in you're not interested." He looks over at his twin and wiggles a suggestive eyebrow. "I bet the two of us could have some fun either way."

Dorky-Jimin gasps from the floor. "I can't have sex with myself! Isn't that like incest or something?" Despite his attempt to look horrified, a blush dusts his cheeks.

"Don't play coy just cause she's here," Sly-Jimin laughs. "We have sex with ourselves all the time."

Shy-Jimin glances back and forth between you and his alter ego in horror. "It's not like what he makes it sound like!" he insists.

"It sounds like masturbation." Confident Jimin teases. "And most of the time you're thinking about her anyways." He gestures in your direction.

“Don’t tell her that!!” Blushing-Jimin splutters at his cocky twin sitting across from him. “She’ll think I’m a pervert!”

“You are a pervert.” Cocky-Jimin smirks. “And she’s probably knows it.”

Both of them turn to look at you and it’s your turn to blush.

“Well, um,” you stammer. “Everyone masturbates. Doesn’t make you a pervert.”

Suave-Jimin arches an eyebrow. “Everyone including you, sweetheart?”

Shy-Jimin’s eyes bug out of his head. He looks at you then quickly down at the floor when you make eye contact, mouthing the word “sweetheart” in shock.

“Um...” You look over at the confident man watching you carefully and swallow. “Sometimes...”

“Ever been thinking about me?” Jimin bites his lower lip and tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he scans you from head to toe.

You feel completely naked in front of him. “Uh...” The answer was yes. Of course, the answer was yes.

Your best friend had been the subject of nearly every sexual fantasy you had had since you were 16. But you can’t tell him that... can you? What if you ruined the most important friendship in your life over some dumb magic spell?

You shift uncomfortably under Cool-Jimin’s heated gaze.

“Stop it!” Nervous- Jimin squeaks, jumping to his feet. “Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?!”

Cocky-Jimin’s smirk falters. “Oh,” he frowns. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He looks down at his lap. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He looks so disappointed, but you appreciate him backing off for long enough for you to breathe.

“Oh,” Shy-Jimin sinks down to his knees next to his twin. “It’s okay.” He hesitates for a moment, hand hovering over his clone’s shoulder, before patting him nervously.

You stare at the two of them sitting side-by-side, perfect copies of each other. Bright pink hair falling gently across each perfect forehead. Two pairs on plump lips, each being chewed on nervously. Two sets of strong thick thighs. Two .... of everything else.

You weren’t going to get another opportunity like this...

“I do, sometimes...” you start and both men look up at you. You cough and look down at the ground. “Think about you.” Heat fills your cheeks.

“You do?” they ask in unison. Shy-Jimin’s mouth falls open in surprise.

Confident-Jimin smirks, brushing his hair back of his forehead. “So you want to fuck us then?”

Shy-Jimin shrieks and smacks him hard on the shoulder.

“Hang on, hang on.” You shake your head, trying to ignore the pulse between your legs at the idea. “How do I know this isn’t just the spell making you weirdly hypersexual or something?” You chew on your fingernail nervously. “What if you regret everything when the spell is over?”

“I know I won’t regret it.” Confident-Jimin takes your hand in both of his, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

Nervous-Jimin bounces on his heels as he looks back and forth between the two of you.

Suave-Jimin lifts your hand to his lips. “I’m in love with you.”

Shy-Jimin squeals, burying his face in his hands and toppling over onto the floor.

You stare at the two of them in shock. “You are? Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

The Jimin holding your hand looks down at his twin and sighs. “This loser was always too chicken to tell you. Too worried about ‘ruining the friendship.’”

“She’s my best friend!” Shy-Jimin whines in protest from the floor.

“Is that true, Jimin?” You look down at your best friend, gently pulling his hands away from his face. “You love me?”

“I do,” he admits. His lower lip juts out lightly and it trembles. “I’m sorry if that ruins everything.”

“Oh, Jimin...” You almost cry with happiness. “You idiot, I’m in love with you too!”

Jimin lets out a soft sob as he beams up at you from the floor.

“Excellent!” claps Confident-Jimin. “Shall we have a threesome?”

Tragically, my phone is about to be dead, so I have to stop here. But I’ll be back next weekend to continue!