Jungkook and Namjoon had always been inseparable. Close friends since years, they had spent countless hours together, whether it was through smoke sessions, late-night drives, or simply hanging out after work.

Jungkook was a notorious womanizer—mischievous, smug, and always armed with flirtatious remarks. He thrived on one-night stands, casually flirting with women wherever he went, even with their closest female friend who had firmly friend zoned both of them. Meanwhile, Namjoon was the complete opposite—quiet, composed, and in tune with nature.

Lately, Jungkook had been feeling suffocated by his routine. Business meetings, schedules, and work left him needing a break. He had been planning a short vacation for weeks now, craving some fresh air. But going alone wasn't an option. "Come with me," he had suggested to Namjoon over a late-night drink.

Namjoon, who hadn't taken a trip outside of business-related travels in ages, agreed immediately. Convincing their female friend took some effort, but eventually, she gave in. And so, tickets booked, their destination was set—Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

The twelve-hour flight was exhausting, but as soon as they landed, excitement filled the air. The golden sands of Macumba Beach, sounds of crashing waves mixing with the chatter of tourists and locals. They checked into their hotel, a beachfront resort with a breathtaking view of the ocean, and collapsed into their beds.

By the time the sun began to set, a massive beach party had already begun, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, sea salt, and tropical flowers. Music blasted from speakers, people danced barefoot on the sand, and glasses clinked. Jungkook and Namjoon, well-rested, decided to head out, beer cans in hand as they strolled along the beach. Their female friend, however, remained in her hotel room, curled up with snacks, too drained to join them just yet.

"I really like it here," Jungkook muttered, taking in the vibrant atmosphere.

"You like the beach or the ladies here, Kook?" Namjoon teased.

He rolled his eyes, sipping his beer. "Do I need to say anything?" They both chuckled before Namjoon nudged him. "But seriously, it's about time you find yourself a proper girl."

"And you get yourself some crabs. God, I'll never understand why you love keeping those damn things," the dimpled one only laughed in response. The two continued walking, the lively chaos of Rio surrounding them—tourists and locals blended together under the moonlit sky.

Then, a man approached. He looked like one of the locals. "Olá, boa noite... Check out these interesting stuff." The two exchanged glances before looking at what the man had pulled from his pocket—a small, sealed package. Namjoon squinted. "What are you selling?"

The man grinned, lowering his voice. "One pill, and you'll be seeing stars. I promise."

Jungkook snatched the pack from his hand, with an unimpressed expression. "Huh. I've had better stuff. This won't do a thing."

The seller shook his head. "My blue pills are the most effective ones around Rio. Just one, and you'll feel like a god."

Amused, and slightly buzzed from the beer, they bought a full pack, thinking it was just a harmless thrill. Namjoon took two pills sitting by the shore, and Jungkook—ever the reckless one—popped three into his mouth without hesitation.

At first, nothing happened. They continued chatting, finishing their beers. Then, the heat began to rise. It started in their stomachs, a slow burn that crept through their veins. Within minutes, their bodies felt unbearably hot, pulses erratic. Jungkook wiped the sweat from his forehead, his breathing growing heavy. "Shit I feel weird..."

Namjoon leaned back, his broad chest heaved rapidly. "It's the damn Viagra. I regret this... We need to get back to the hotel."

Their legs felt weak, but somehow, they managed to stumble their way through the crowded beach and back to the hotel. Reaching their female friend's door, Jungkook knocked urgently, his shirt damp with sweat. After a few seconds, she opened the door, pulling her headphones off with a frown.

"Did you two dance a little too hard?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.