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CHAPTER ONE
Jimin was silently seething.
With every flash of the camera, Kim Seokjin smiled so effortlessly that it made his insides simmer with a whole new level of annoyance. It was unfair. The man, while older than Jimin, did not look a day above twenty. His skin was flawless, face unrealistically well proportioned. His jawline was sharp and his features were striking. And even if Jimin would never ever say it out loud, Seokjin undoubtedly had a face that could make Aphrodite sizzle with jealousy.
“Excellent.” The photographer commends them both. The two supermodels looked every inch of a professional with every click. Not a single person would even believe they hated each other’s guts with how well they were working together. “Last twenty shots.”
Finally. Seokjin inwardly sighed. If he had to spend another ten minutes with Jimin’s standoffish aura around him, Seokjin would honestly go ballistic. While it wasn’t evident from the camera, the older model could literally feel the waves of frustration rolling off from the younger man. Not that Seokjin wasn’t a mirror of him too.
Right now, Seokjin was sitting on a velvet couch in a designer suit, with Jimin standing beside him, slightly cowering to level with him. They’ve spent the past forty five minutes in this position, with just a very limited space between them, and Seokjin was this close to combusting.
“Seokjin, place your hand on Jimin’s chest,” The photographer instructed. “And look here, while you Jimin, look at Seokjin’s face please.”
Work was work, however. In front of the cameras, Seokjin and Jimin were professional models. While they indeed detested each other, they refuse to let it come between their craft.
Or was it really hate indeed?
“You heard her,” Jimin silently mumbled as he fixed his gaze on Seokjin’s stupidly handsome face. “Try not to be too intimidated, Seokjin, we’re almost done.”
Seokjin huffs under his breath. “You wish, Jimin.”
With a steady hand, Seokjin places his palm on top of Jimin’s chest, feeling the smooth skin underneath his fingertips since Jimin’s button up had the first three buttons undone. Not that it was anything new, because for the past few shots, they were mostly pressed up against each other, or even staring directly at each other's eyes. But it doesn’t mean Seokjin’s getting used to it. From the corner of his eyes, he feels the younger model’s gaze on his face, and it takes everything in Seokjin to stop the tips of his ears from turning red.
He’s a professional, goddammit.
“Make it more sexy, Jimin.” The photographer assesses. “And come closer to his face.”
And so Jimin does, because sexy is what Jimin does best unfortunately . Park Jimin with his smoldering gaze that could make both men and women quiver with want. That could make Seokjin feel slightly on edge, not that he’ll ever say it out loud. He even bites the corner of his lips as he inches closer towards Seokjin’s face, as if there was more space to cover. Jimin is also hyper aware of how the older model lightly flinched, when he shortened the gap between the two of them.
“Too much?” Jimin mumbled under his breath, with a teasing smirk on his face.
Seokjin scoffs, as if . “Not enough.”
The flashes go by again, and the models maintain their aura as the camera captures this very moment. Seokjin feels it, god , he does. He could feel the start of a headache forming in his mind. The way Jimin was looking at him was a little too much, as if the younger model wanted to devour him entirely.
Not that he wanted to be eaten.
“Okay Seokjin, now look Jimin in the eye, but don’t remove your hand.”
Oh fuck. Seokjin hated this so much. It’s not that he can’t, but he just absolutely detested the person he was shooting with. Why did Jimin just have to be the model he was competing against for the position of brand ambassador? Jimin with his stupidly sexy eyes and a maddeningly plush pout that was hovering exactly five inches away from his own face.
“Jimin, pull on Seokjin’s hair a little so he looks up to you.”
Seokjin did not know if he wanted to curse the photographer or not. But he won’t say a word. He refuses to complain for one, he was just a model, and two, he won’t ever give Jimin that satisfaction. That’s like admitting the worst defeat, that yes, I can’t handle the Park Jimin.
So he levels the younger model with his own gaze, knowing damn well how sultry he looked. Seokjin knew he was pretty, and could be dangerously sexy if he wanted to be too. But Jimin was as much of a fighter as he was. He grasps the hairs on Seokjin’s nape, and tugs on it. Not harshly, but quite firmly. And fuck, Seokjin hoped Jimin didn’t notice the way his thighs twitched when he pulled on his hair.
While Jimin would deny it for as long as he breathes, this close, Jimin couldn’t help but be a little mesmerized with Seokjin’s eyes, and Seokjin’s lips, Seokjin’s face, and just — Seokjin in general. He was too ethereal, a true standard of beauty that even Jimin was not immune to. He was so fucking pretty, and Jimin couldn’t help but think of several ways on how to ruin this pretty face.
Shit, where are these thoughts coming from?
“Perfect!” The photographer smiles brightly as she finally puts down her camera. “That’s it for today, gentlemen. Come take a look at your shots.”
Like a switch turned off, Seokjin and Jimin literally jumped three feet away from each other. Gone were the professional models, they were now replaced by two men who undeniably had an innate disdain for the other.
Even as they monitored their shots, their bodies face away from each other. Jimin couldn’t help but roll his eyes every single time Seokjin made a comment. And Seokjin couldn’t help but scoff every time Jimin even opened his mouth.
One may wonder why do these two people hate each other so much? They’ve been running in the same circle for the past two years. The two of them were the top male supermodels of Korea. Jimin was flawless in his own right. Attractive and maddeningly sensual. Eyes that could enamour just about anyone, with a smile that equally bewitches his viewers. The biggest asset of the younger model though was his flexibility. Like a snake that could change its skin, Jimin could go from the cutest human being in the world, to a devil that was literally bursting with amorousness. And Seokjin hated that Jimin could pull off any look with barely any effort at all.
“Well gentlemen,” The photographer clasped them both on their backs. “Congratulations on your first successful shoot with Artemis.”
Ah yes, of course. As if fate was playing a downright cruel game with the two of them, the two supermodels had recently been announced as the models of Artemis. However, Artemis was looking to hire only one of them as their official brand ambassador. Artemis was undoubtedly the biggest designer brand in the whole wide world. Not just for men, but for everyone in general. Their designer bags and shoes were a staple to every rich person’s closet. Home of the most iconic and most expensive designer items, that a mere bag from them alone could send a student to college for four whole years, twice . So it was their utmost honor to even be considered as their models, but the highly coveted position as the face of Artemis would greatly cement one of them as Korea’s national pride of the runway.
Knowing that both models came from the same agency made it even more thrilling. For their company, they already won. One of their supermodels would land on of the topmost positions models could only dream of stepping close to. But for the two, this was war. They had to prove that they were much more worthy to become the face of Artemis more than the other.
And if entailed them playing a little bit dirty, then so be it.
Jimin sometimes wondered, when he found himself at a loss staring at Seokjin’s stupidly handsome face, again what warranted such intense hatred for his fellow supermodel? As far as he knew, Seokjin was polite and kind to just about everyone, regardless if they were his staff or not. He was genuine in his thoughts and actions, but also not afraid to speak up when there is something wrong. Seokjin was an ideal person of influence, he connects well with his fans and uses his platform wisely as a means to send his message.
But Seokjin only has to look down on his one hundred thousand dollar watch that his assistant just returned to his wrist, and Jimin is once again reminded why he absolutely detested the older model.
It is common knowledge that Seokjin and Jimin are on par with each other in terms of popularity, endorsements, influence, and just basically, status as supermodels. But what they are not on par with each other is wealth and net worth. Because unlike Seokjin, Jimin had to crawl from the very bottom to reach his current success. Born as a mere son of a seamstress and a cab driver, Jimin had to work his way up to the top, grovelling throughout the years like a hungry lion determined to earn their prize. Unlike Kim Seokjin, the son of Kim Hyunjin, the owner and president of one of Korea’s largest conglomerates. Seokjin who had everything handed over to him in a golden platter, along with a golden spoon, a golden fork, a golden knife, hell, even a golden napkin.
Seokjin just decided to become a model one day? No worries, daddy dearest’s name alone ensured that the handsome supermodel would get anything he wanted.
Unlike Jimin who worked hard for everything he had.
“Jimin,” Hoseok, his manager, snaps him out of his daily reverie of counting Kim Seokjin’s flaws. “Stop glaring at Seokjin, you’re going to create an issue.”
Maybe he wanted that. Maybe he wanted Seokjin’s unblemished name to be attached to a scandal. Just so he stopped being this perfect man the whole world was painting him out to be. But then again, he had to think twice if that scandal would also involve his own well taken care of name. “I can’t help it, hyung, he’s so annoying.”
Seokjin, who had distastefully heard the younger model talk shit behind him, levels Jimin with his own scowl. He keeps his voice low so that none of the other people could hear them squabble. “Says the one who’s now acting like a child.”
Jimin sneers back, also modulating his voice. “Who are you calling a child, Kim?”
“Who do you think, Park?” Seokjin spat as he inches closer to Jimin’s face. “Who’s acting like a goddamn kindergartner and picking up a fight out of the blue?”
“I’m not picking up a fight,” Jimin doesn’t back down. Despite him being much shorter than Seokjin, Jimin levels his gaze with the other supermodel, unafraid. “I’m just stating the obvious.”
But before Seokjin could respond, his assistant, Yoongi pulled on his arms. “Jin, stop this, please. People are starting to look.”
The same way Hoseok had pulled on Jimin’s hand when he was starting to get a little too aggressively close to the older model. “Come on Jimin, don’t do this.”
Seokjin’s glare is then transferred to Yoongi. He was just about to teach goddamn Park Jimin some manners when all of a sudden, he hears the phone on his hand ping. He looks down on his phone, unaware that Jimin had too. They both saw the sender of the message — it’s daddy dearest.
“Whatever.” Seokjin’s mood immediately dampens when he sees the unread message. He locks his phone and slips it into his pocket with his jaw clenched. “Let’s go, Yoongi-yah, we still have a meeting to attend to.”
Without as much as another glance, Seokjin turns around and leaves Jimin alone, his manager following right after him. Jimin couldn’t help but squint his eyes at the retreating figure of the older supermodel. It seemed like daddy dearest needed something from his beloved son.
“Jimin-ah,” Hoseok calls for his talent once they enter the backseat of their car, their driver whisking them away to another photoshoot. The car was an endorsement gift, of course, from one of Jimin’s brand deals. “You have got to stop acting like this with Seokjin.”
“I can’t help it, Hobi,” Jimin defends himself. “His face is plainly annoying and he’s always, always glaring at me for unknown reasons.
Hoseok snorts. Unknown reasons his ass. “Don’t you think that maybe he’s looking at you like that is because you yourself is looking at him funny?”
Like a petulant child, Jimin crosses his arms with a pout as he leans back on his chair. “No.”
If Hoseok didn’t honestly know how much of a sweetheart Jimin actually is, he would’ve smacked the brat upside down. “Jimin come on. This was the first schedule of the brand endorsement. Artemis literally booked the two of you for a series of schedules for the next months. You both have fashion shows, interviews, and more photoshoots together. You can’t keep on fighting like this.”
It was on the tip of Jimin’s tongue to answer something like watch me, but he was a hundred percent sure his manager wouldn’t appreciate that at all. “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. He guesses he’ll just have to make the most out of flustering one of Korea’s top supermodels without creating much of a fuss. “I can’t promise I won’t. But I promise that I will try. That’s all you could get.”
For now, Hoseok would have to settle for that. “Alright Jimin-ah,” But then he also reminds his model. “Just remember, it’s also your name on the line too.”
Jimin chooses to remain silent at that. He’s not stupid, he knows. He knows that by acting hostile to Seokjin, he’s not only creating a not so friendly work environment, but he’s also making them vulnerable for the tabloids who would, without a doubt, make tons of cash gossiping about the tension between Korea’s number one supermodels. And quite frankly, that would be more damaging than it would be beneficial.
Meanwhile, going on to the other side of town, Seokjin ran his fingers through his hair for probably the thirteenth time since him and Yoongi rode his Volkswagen. A car that appeared in his garage out of nowhere, probably from his father to ensure that his pathetic model of a son at least maintained appearances. Gone was the calm and collected model the whole world was accustomed to, it was replaced by an anxious young man currently fiddling with the buttons of his designer suit.
“Stop that, Jin,” Yoongi lightly scolded. “You’re going to rip it off.”
Seokjin sighed for the nth time now. His leg bouncing up and down as he glances at the view outside the window. “What the fuck do you think he wants this time, Yoongi-yah?”
Knowing how much Seokjin’s own father made Seokjin anxious, Yoongi merely runs his palms over Seokjin’s forearms. “Calm down, Seokjin. We don’t know yet. He just said to meet him in his office, right?”
Seokjin couldn’t help but gulp. The last time his father demanded him to meet him, he was insulted to no end. “And we all know nothing ever good comes out of him wanting to see me in his office.”
The least that Yoongi could do was be empathetic. “It’s gonna be fine, Jin.”
If it were that easy, Seokjin would simply believe Yoongi’s words. But he can’t. For Seokjin knew how horrible his father could be whenever he imposed something, and Seokjin refused to either conform or to provide. It was quite difficult, contrary to popular belief, to have a father that was as greedy and vile as Kim Hyunjin. A father who disowned his only son, just because he wanted to pursue a career different from what his father had planned.
To add more to his problems, Seokjin catches sight of a gigantic billboard that displayed Jimin’s face. He couldn’t help but scoff, as he is once again reminded of the younger model who seemed to pop the biggest hate boner every single time he so much as caught a whiff of Seokjin’s perfume. Seokjin himself doesn’t even remember what he had done wrong against the younger model. All he knew was that from the very first time he met Jimin, the younger man was already hostile towards him. It just so happens that while Seokjin did not believe in God or Jesus Christ, he strongly lived by the bible’s words of do unto others what you want others to do unto you.
So yeah, he began treating Jimin the way Jimin treated him — like a complete asshole.
Beyond that, though, Seokjin also began to become much more standoffish to Jimin for another reason. He will never admit it, but the younger model made him feel small. Kim Seokjin who was known as the eldest son of the biggest businessman in Korea. Kim Seokjin who was one of the biggest names in the modelling industry. Kim Seokjin who had the biggest income and net worth against all other models. That very Seokjin felt small in Jimin’s presence. Despite his big name, he felt miniscule with Jimin, like he didn’t matter at all.
He’s not just sure, though, if he likes the feeling or not.
Always being someone so big was quite taxing, to be honest. Sometimes Seokjin just wanted to shrink, to make himself feel as if he really didn’t matter that much to the world. As if not every single move from him is trailed down by cameras twenty four seven. Sometimes he also liked feeling small. But then again, he hated the fact that it was Park Jimin who could make him feel that way. So he has decided to avoid him, not that it was quite hard. Jimin was determined not to even breathe in Seokjin's direction as much as he could.
But there are much more pressing matters at hand, so much more important than Park Jimin’s annoying but pretty face. With his plump lips that is literally the face of Estee Lauder’s lipsticks, Seokjin knew nothing good came out of his mouth anyways. At least if it had any regard with Seokjin. It’s a good thing he didn’t have to deal with him for another week. Damn did Artemis really have to hire them both?
However, neither of the models had much of a choice. They signed a contract good for an entire year, and part of that contract was major appearances together by world renowned supermodels Kim Seokjin and Park Jimin. Soon, they would find out which one of them would be given the official title of brand ambassador. And Seokjin was determined to see his own face on it, as much as Jimin was determined to claim it as his own. All they could do now was paint a fake smile on their faces as they appeared in front of the cameras and in front of their fans.
Both of them walking down the runway, together, hoping that the other model doesn’t push them off of the catwalk, first.
Their first runway together was a success.
A week after their photoshoot together, Artemis sent Jimin and Seokjin all the way to Dubai for their first fashion show together. Tonight they were in an extravagant hotel ballroom where the fashion show was being held. Several floors above was where the brand checked-in Seokjin and Jimin each their own hotel room. But for now, here they were, closing the runway with the final round of applause. It was Seokjin who opened the show, and it was Jimin who closed it. Hand in hand with the designer, Seokjin and Jimin walk down the catwalk for the final applause as the rest of the models surround them, and as the crowd claps for the designs of the newest collection. It was Jimin who grabbed the flowers first that was handed to them from the side of the stage. Jimin was the one who handed the designer the bouquet with a big smile on his face. Seokjin doesn’t stray too far away, deciding to hug the designer tightly as well, with a grateful pat on his back.
They could both play kiss up if they both wanted to.
Not that it was only going to be the designer’s decision alone, but both models knew that this designer indeed had a great impact on the final decision on who would be the face of Artemis. And Seokjin and Jimin would gladly play a little dirty if needed.
Once they were off the runway, Seokjin and Jimin went to their own dressing room. The room they had was not that big, just enough for the two of them and their staff. They unfortunately shared one lounge, since they were both the top models representing the brand. All the other models shared a common room, but not them. They were top supermodels for a reason.
“Did you really have to hug him that tightly?” Jimin snorted once he and Seokjin were inside the room. Here, it was just their staff who was no stranger to the two models’ childish antics.
Seokjin shrugs smugly, he knows the designer paid more attention to him during the applause. “Says the one who ran to the other side just to grab the bouquet first.”
The bouquet was originally on Seokjin’s side of the catwalk, but Jimin had crossed the distance just so he could be the show off he always was.
“Not my fault you were too slow.”
Without another word, Jimin turns away from him and faces his own stylist and assistant who help him out of his clothes. Rolling his eyes, Seokjin goes to his own side, where his personal assistant begins removing first his tie, and then his suit jacket. Again, the room wasn’t that big, and there really wasn’t much distance between the two of them.
So yes, Seokjin could definitely see Jimin stripping for the corner of his eyes, and Jimin was definitely not enjoying the sight of Seokjin’s bare skin.
It was quite irksome, to a certain extent. How such a heavenly body could be possessed by someone so incorrigible like Park Jimin. Seokjin may be filled with nothing but hatred for Jimin, but even he wasn’t blind. He knew that the younger model had abs for days. A six pack proudly showing along his lithe and slender figure that Seokjin unfortunately cannot stop thinking of. He tries his best though, to look away before Jimin catches him and holds it against his head.
There was absolutely no way Seokjin would get caught thirsting over Park Jimin.
But Jimin was much, much bolder. He was a little bit wiser too. Staring at Seokjin through the mirror in front of him so he doesn’t have to stare at Seokjin directly. He sees it, god he does. Without a question, Seokjin had one of the best figures in the industry. With his broad shoulders and dorito shaped figure, it guaranteed even a potato sack to look like a million dollars on Seokjin’s body. His figure was just that exquisite.
Jimin will be ashamed to admit, but Seokjin’s body is as breathtaking as his face.
He watches as Seokjin fidgets when his eyes momentarily dart to where Jimin was standing bare chested. The younger model’s eyebrows raise in interest when he sees the tip of Seokjin’s ears redden from that miniscule movement. How interesting.
Not that Jimin would doubt it, but he knew he was hot. His body was his investment after all, and Jimin made sure to take prestigious care over his frame and his face. Perhaps, did Seokjin appreciate the sight in front of him?
The same way Jimin enjoyed Seokjin’s unwarranted mini strip show too?
Seokjin’s assistant threw a plain black shirt over Seokjin’s head and that’s what gets him to snap off his reverie. His eyes automatically dart around the place, and as if the world truly hated him, he catches Park Jimin’s unwavering gaze through the full length mirror in front of him. His bold eyes shamelessly looking at Seokjin figure, and it takes everything in Seokjin to will down his own blush that was starting to bloom from the middle of his chest, as he tries not to shy away from his archenemy’s heated gaze.
He was world renowned supermodel Kim Seokjin who is beyond used to a million eyes on him, he won’t get flustered over a single look from the devil himself.
Finally they were both done dressing down, both clad in simple shirts and sweatpants, ready to go on to their day.
“Seokjin-ssi,” Hoseok calls out the other model as if they were old friends. “Will you be going to the after party later tonight?”
Truth be told, Seokjin had thought about it. Parties like that made for good appearances and excellent connections with insiders. “Why Hoseok-ssi? Would you like to see me there?”
Seokjin playfully winks at the other manager, and Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh. Just because Jimin and Seokjin hated each other’s guts, then they’d also hate one another’s staff. On the contrary, Seokjin liked Hoseok. As much as Jimin liked Yoongi too. Not at all happy with his manager seemingly siding with the enemy, Park Jimin scowls at them.
“Oh Seokjin-ssi,” Hoseok giggles, unaffected by the older model’s flirtatious tendencies. “Well if you must, Jimin and I will be there.”
He was just about to retort that he honestly didn’t care about whether or not Jimin was there, that was until he heard his phone ring. Yoongi hands it to him without a word, and just like that, Seokjin’s mood dampens quite significantly.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Seokjin politely bows as he exits the room with hooded eyes and a clenched jaw.
Not knowing exactly what was happening, Jimin shrugs it off. The younger model truly had no plans to go to the party. He was tired and was just not in the mood. But if Seokjin was going, then he would have to force his lazy ass too. There was no way he was going to let Seokjin garner a fans club among the elites alone.
So he grabs his bag, and all his necessities. He tells Hoseok that he’ll be in his hotel room for the meantime. For if he would really go to that party, he’d at least take a short nap. He was just about to enter the elevator doors, when all of a sudden, his nemesis joins him with a dark scowl on his face.
No matter what they say, Jimin was still somehow decent. He knew when not to press on Seokjin’s buttons like they usually do, and when Seokjin rides the elevator with a worrisome frown on his gorgeous face, Jimin knew it was best to shut up.
The phone call must have taken a huge toll, as Seokjin glared at the elevator doors. His jaw clenched almost painfully as he remembered the conversation he just had.
What are you even doing there in Dubai? Parading yourself like a fucking peacock in front of the public? What an embarrassment. You know that CEO’s aren’t meant to do shit like that, Seokjin. Return to Seoul this instant.
Needless to say, Seokjin dropped the call immediately, not even bothering to answer his father’s demand. It wasn’t exactly the encouragement he needed after a stressful event, and while he’s no stranger to it, his dad’s words still left quite a horrible mark in his heart.
“So,” Jimin finally decided to break the silence since it was just the two of them. “You’re going to the party tonight?”
He’s just asking because he needed to know if he will too, not because he was worried, Jimin swears.
Seokjin doesn’t even bother looking at him when he answers. “No.”
In reality, it was no big deal. But one thing Jimin absolutely detested about rich people, is how they made those lower than them feel as if they were not even worth their time. Exactly how he’s feeling right now when Seokjin spat out his answer as if Jimin was someone not even worth a single glance.
Unable to control his mouth, Jimin scoffs. “Whatever. No need to be rude.”
That snaps Seokjin’s head towards the younger model. He also catches a look at the elevator buttons, seeing that they were going at the same floor. Oh right, they were hotel room neighbours. “What the fuck?” He guffaws. “I’m being rude? A classic coming from you, Park Jimin.”
He really did not mean to cause a fight in the middle of an elevator where there could be a CCTV camera to record this fiasco, but when Jimin is provoked especially by Seokjin, his head to mouth filter becomes nonexistent. “You’re one to talk, Kim Seokjin!” He screeches accusingly. “I’m just asking you a goddamn question and you’re here popping a goddamn vein over nothing?”
“Nothing?” Seokjin laughs meanly. “You’re the one always treating me as if I was the one who caused the fucking world war two, by how disgusted you’re always looking at me.” He then crosses his arms as he walks closer to the younger model. “Tell me the truth, Park Jimin. Why the fuck do you hate me? Is it because you know that I’m much, much better than you?”
A loud and malevolent laugh escapes Jimin’s lips. “See this is why I fucking hate you.” This is going to be a long elevator ride. They still had thirty seven floors to go. “This is why I hate rich people like you, always thinking you’re better than everyone else just because you have money.” Jimin himself faces Seokjin threateningly. He pokes Seokjin’s chest with his index finger in a challenge. “You. People like you forget that the only reason you’re here is because you’re rich. Because dear daddy could get you anything you fucking want because you’re fucking loaded.”
“Don’t fucking touch me.” Seokjin hisses, as he pushes off Jimin’s finger from his chest. “And you don’t even know what in the actual hell you’re talking about so shut up.”
Jimin is suddenly much more spurred by Seokjin’s anger. Without him even noticing, he begins to corner the taller model against the elevator walls, pushing himself dangerously closer to Seokjin’s flaming face. Seokjin does not cower but he unwillingly gets pushed up by Jimin’s body. “Oh yeah?” He spits out. “You can’t accept that, huh? The fact that you’re only here because of your father’s name and father’s money. Without your daddy’s help, you wouldn’t even be this successful.” And just because he is feeling extra salty tonight, Jimin dares to laugh in Seokjin’s face. “I hate you because unlike the rest of us who had to crawl their way to the top, you fucking had it easy, Seokjin. That’s the truth.”
Their faces were only five inches away from each other, and Jimin could feel Seokjin’s fist clenching from his sides. It won’t be unexpected if Seokjin suddenly punches him. He honestly thinks he deserved it. But Jimin is prepared to retaliate, ready to defend himself even if this was a fight he caused.
However, nothing could have prepared him for this: a tear slipping past the corner of Seokjin’s eyes.
First it was just one, until it was followed by another, and no matter how hard Seokjin clenches his jaw and fixates Jimin with such an angry glare, the tears just wouldn’t stop falling.
“You,” All the fight was gone from Seokjin’s voice. He was just so tired. “You have no fucking idea about what in the fucking world you’re saying.”
Jimin falters in his step. He lowers his own defenses as the sight surprises him so much. Again, he expected an angry Seokjin. A Seokjin that would arrogantly fight for his honor. For that was the Seokjin he made up in his fucked up head and even if he has seen Seokjin act against that idea for the past few years, Jimin still clung on to that thought for as long as he can remember. But he did not expect this. Not a Seokjin who is unable to control the tears streaming down his gorgeous face.
Not a Seokjin who surrenders.
“You think I fucking have it easy, Park Jimin?” A hollow laugh, nothing was in any way humorous. “You think it’s easy, that my father constantly humiliates me after every single event? Calling me a fucking embarrassment to our family just because I didn’t do what he wanted me to do?” More tears fall, and Seokjin does not make an effort to wipe them away at all. “You think it’s easy, that my father refuses for me to see the rest of my family? My siblings and my mother? Saying that if I don’t do what he wants, then I don’t get the privilege of seeing the people I love?”
This was too much, Jimin did not know this at all. He feels horrible. Maybe that’s why he made no effort to stop a lone tear from falling from his own eyes. He also doesn’t stop it when it’s Seokjin’s turn to push him against the other side of the elevator walls.
“Do you think it’s easy?” Seokjin looks straight into his eyes so that he could be the judge of how easy Seokjin has had it. “It’s easy that at the end of the day, I’m alone and fucking miserable? Constantly trying to prove myself to someone who thinks I’m worse than scum? Trying to prove myself that I can do it too, even if my own goddamn father who I have looked up to since I was a kid refuses to even support me in any way I need him?” Jimin’s back hits the elevator walls as Seokjin looks down on him. “Do you think it’s easy for me to deal with people who refuse to see me for the things I’ve done by myself, instead of always, always thinking that I have achieved things because of my father who is actually — news flash — absolutely humiliated to have me as their son?”
There was something clawing at Jimin’s throat. It tasted something similar to shame and embarrassment. A guilt that overwhelms him as he thinks of how horrible he was to someone he didn’t even bother knowing well, before he made a definitive judgment.
He was just about to open his mouth and apologize, but Seokjin just wasn’t done yet.
“Do you think it’s easy for me to constantly deal with people like you ?”
That was the final blow to Jimin’s morale.
Again, Jimin should hate it. The way Seokjin addressed him as if he was nothing but dirt on his designer shoes. But for once, he was unable to… because Seokjin was right. He had been nothing but horrendous to someone he unlawfully judged. He could only look down in shame, because he had done that one thing he absolutely hated to be done unto him.
Judging people from where they came from.
Along the way, he had forgotten his own morals. He was so fixated on the thought that Seokjin had it easy, just because he had money, that he forgot his own principles. He was reminded of the times he would enter casting calls clad in something most people would label cheap , even if it was actually the most expensive thing Jimin could afford with his two jobs. Unable to buy any of those designer items other models paraded amongst each other, Jimin could only shrink on himself, as they all judged his mud stricken boots and laughed behind his back because ew, are those from three seasons ago?
That’s why he always hated Seokjin, because there he always was. Outfit worth more than Jimin’s entire family’s income for half a year for a singular casting call. Always wearing a different ensemble every time, never to be seen wearing the same thing over and over again. Unlike him who switched between five different tops at max. Seokjin who was popular, because he was everything a model wanted to be even if he was just starting. Seokjin who was the standard, and designers loved him, because he just had that regality and class that goes with his prestige.
Seokjin made Jimin feel small, and Jimin utterly detested it.
But along the way, he didn’t just hate the feeling anymore. He began to unjustly hate Seokjin too.
“Seokjin—”
The elevator suddenly alerts them that they have reached their floor, and when the doors open, Seokjin leaves him there, gaping, without another word.
He returns to his senses exactly three heartbeats later. They were in the same hall, and Jimin quickly ran after Seokjin’s brisk walking figure.
“Seokjin wait,” Despite them both being models, Seokjin was a whole lot taller than Jimin, and Jimin had to somehow jog just to reach Seokjin before he slipped away. “Seokjin please!”
Right in front of Seokjin’s hotel door, he finally turns around. Gone were the tears, replaced by a fiery anger that Jimin was accustomed to. That Seokjin was back. “What Jimin? What the fuck do you still want?”
“I,” Jimin gapes. Indeed what did he want? Did he want to apologize? Did he want to hug Seokjin? Did he want to— “Wait please.”
“Enough Jimin.” Seokjin growls. “If you want to go that stupid party to kiss the executives’ asses then go ahead. You’re more than free to do so by yourself.”
By yourself. It sounded much more devastating than Jimin would have wanted.
Seokjin turns around again, and before Jimin could even think about it, his hand shoots up to grasp Seokjin’s forearm firmly, stopping the older model from taking a step further. “Please, Seokjin, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Seokjin tries to shrug off Jimin’s arms, but to no avail. Jimin wasn’t letting him go at all. “For always making my life a living hell? For adding to all of my problems? Go fuck yourself, Park Jimin.”
He finally manages to push off Jimin’s hand from his arm by shrugging him off a little too harshly. He was starting to fumble with his pocket to find his hotel key card when suddenly, Jimin felt desperate .
“Seokjin, please listen to me.” He had so much more that he wanted to say. Despite being a complete asshole to Seokjin, he knew when he was wrong, and he knew how to apologize for that. He grasps for both of Seokjin’s forearms this time. “Please give me a fucking chance.”
But the older model doesn’t even turn around to give him the time of his day. “Like what I said,” He finally managed to insert his hotel key card through the lock. “Go fuck yourself, Park Jimin.”
At the exact moment Jimin saw the lock turn green, he thought of only one thing to prevent Seokjin from leaving him without letting him explain.
With all the force he could muster, Jimin spins Seokjin around, and presses his back against the dark wood door before Seokjin could open it, crashing his lips against Seokjin’s mouth in a goddamn bruising kiss.
Never in a million years did Seokjin ever think that he would ever be kissing Park fucking Jimin against his hotel door. Secretly, he will admit, he might have daydreamed about a moment like this more than once, especially when Jimin was being extra mean, and Seokjin just wanted Jimin to press him against the nearest hard surface and kiss him senseless.
But never in his life did he ever think that his daydreams would ever become a reality.
So maybe that’s why, the moment he got over his shock of Jimin pinning him against his door, Seokjin does not fight it, and actually kisses the younger supermodel back. It even surprised Jimin too, when he felt Seokjin’s mouth move against him. But he does not break the kiss, not for one moment — not when he could finally taste how good it feels to have Seokjin’s mouth against his.
Unknowingly, Jimin has pulled on Seokjin’s door handle, so that the two of them could enter the room. At the back of Jimin’s mind, he’s reminded that anyone passing by could see them and create an unwanted scandal. And it’s not that he’s ever gonna be ashamed of Kim Seokjin, but Jimin knew that this just wasn’t the right time yet. So despite being the smaller one out of the two of them, he maneuvers them both inside the room, until Seokjin hears the door of his room click shut.
Kissing Jimin was intoxicating. It’s quite obvious that the young man knew how to move his lips, and his sweet tongue. Seokjin could feel his own knees shake from the intensity of Jimin’s plush lips against his. He could get quite addicted to this so fucking much.
Not knowing how much time has passed, Jimin finally feels the need to breathe. But he can’t stop. He just can’t, he wants to have more — to taste more. So while he indeed detaches his mouth from Seokjin’s lips, he moves down to his chin then down to his neck. He tasted glorious and Jimin just wanted more, and more, and so much more .
“Jimin,” Seokjin groans when Jimin sucks in a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh god.”
Jimin sucks harder, desperate to see a mark on Seokjin’s smooth and perfect skin, a mark given by him, and him alone. “I got you.”
Seokjin has his arms thrown around Jimin’s shoulders as he shudders. Surprisingly, Jimin was quite strong to hold them both up. Because Seokjin just can’t anymore, he could literally feel his knees shaking with how intense Jimin was sucking on his skin. He doesn’t even care anymore if Jimin leaves marks, he could deal with his angry make up artist later.
Once again, Jimin maneuvers their bodies. Seokjin doesn’t bother opening his eyes. Deep inside of him, he trusts Jimin, and he doesn’t really know why. Maybe it’s because of how gentle Jimin was handling him right now, but also very much in control. How Jimin is taking charge without being too assertive. Seokjin figures that he likes it a lot. The next thing Seokjin knew his back was hitting a soft mattress, Jimin pulling on his hair a little too tight, and the rush of excitement that burned through Seokjin’s body is what gets him to open his eyes.
“Jimin,” He finally snaps out of his trance. “Wait.”
Delirious from just kissing the one and only Kim Seokjin, Jimin barely pulls his head away from Seokjin’s collarbones. That was until he felt Seokjin tap on his shoulder. “What?”
“Jimin,” He sighs out, looking at Jimin’s red and swollen lips that he was sure was a mirror of his own. “W-what are we doing?”
The question throws Jimin a little bit off. Truly, what are they doing?
“I just,” Jimin was at a loss, unsure of how to explain himself and his actions. “I just wanted to say sorry. I want to make it up to you.”
A long silence entails after that. Seokjin’s feelings were still in disarray. He wasn’t kidding when he said that he was upset with his father’s phone call. Then all of a sudden, he has Park Jimin kissing him senseless. This was giving him a real whiplash.
But Seokjin will not deny that he likes it. No matter how hard he hides it, Jimin was hot, and Seokjin was at least physically attracted to him. And since Jimin wanted to make it up to him, he thought of something that would be a little too dangerous for their relationship. He’s also not sure if Jimin will say yes, but he wants to try.
“You want to make it up to me?” Seokjin asks carefully.
“Yes, Seokjin. I do.” With all my heart, because I feel guilty for all the things I’ve said and done.
“Okay,” Seokjin will give him this chance. “Then make me forget.”
“What?” Jimin asks, stunned.
Make me forget sounded like it had more to do with those three little words. But Seokjin was just so tired. For once he wanted to forget. He wanted someone to take the reins from him. He wanted to forget his father, the current competition for the face of Artemis, all his problems, and his loneliness. He knows it can’t be cured in one night. But he sure as hell just wants to forget for even just a while.
“Make me forget Park Jimin,” Seokjin says clearly, eyes making it clear that this is what he wants. “I want someone to take control over me, and I know you can. I don’t want to be reminded of anything outside this bedroom.” I just want you all around me. Right now. “I’m giving you full reins to have me. Be rough, be mean, just don’t hurt me physically. But you can hurt me in all other ways. Just make me forget, at least momentarily.”
Another silence follows them. Jimin won’t deny that the offer was absolutely tempting. To have Kim Seokjin all under his mercy was turning him on much more than he liked. He also couldn’t help but think of how much of a match they seemingly were in bed. He liked to dominate and it seems like Seokjin wanted to be dominated.
“Are you sure, Seokjin?”
“Why?” Seokjin answers snarkily. “You don’t think you can handle me, Park?” But then he also falters, and asks more slowly. Again he wasn’t sure if Jimin would agree to this. “Do you not want it too?”
A rush of competitiveness boils inside Jimin’s system, similar to the way he always felt when Seokjin was challenging him. “Answer the question, Kim.” He says seriously, making it clear that he won’t do anything unless Seokjin gives him his verbal consent. “And for your information, I want this. A little too much.” God he fucking does. “But are you sure about this?”
He won’t ever do anything without explicit consent. He might be a bit of a bitch to Seokjin, but he isn’t that much of an asshole.
“Yes Jimin. I just need someone to take control.” Secretly, Seokjin appreciates the thought. He has gained more respect for Park Jimin. “Do anything you want with me. Just make me forget. Here, I’m all yours.”
“Okay then, you can trust me.” Jimin promised because this was a huge act of vulnerability. “I won’t break your trust, Seokjin.”
“Okay.”
Jimin keeps on repeating to himself that this is just something to make Seokjin forget, but it doesn’t mean that he won’t have his fun.
“Now strip for me.” The tone of Jimin’s voice was so hot and in command, Seokjin couldn’t help but shiver. “And kneel down on the bed.”
The older model follows without another word. He’s giving Jimin all his control. In his years of knowing the model, he might’ve been rude to him, but never has Jimin done anything to fully be considered untrustworthy. He thinks he can further test this theory tonight.
When Seokjin has finished complying to his orders, it took everything in Jimin not to moan out loud at being able to see Seokjin in his birthday suit up close. It isn’t his first time seeing Seokjin naked. They were models, nudity was normal. But this close, Seokjin truly looked like an embodiment of a greek god. “Since we still haven’t clearly established our boundaries, we’re gonna go with the traffic light system for now. I won’t do anything too harsh to you, but I promise, I will make you forget. Do you know that system, Seokjin?”
Seokjin nods, he’s familiar with it. “Yes, I do.”
“Tell me about it.” Jimin asks in confirmation.
“Green means I’m okay and to go ahead. Yellow means I’m getting close to my limit. Red means to stop.”
“Good.” This was going to help a lot. And just to make Seokjin feel more secure, he gives him another leeway. “Now give me a safeword, Jin.”
Seokjin thought about it for a moment. “Peonies.” He smiles and sees Jimin looking down at him with a soft smile on his face. “What? I love Peonies.”
“Okay, baby. I won’t judge.” That was the first time Jimin had used the nickname on him and it made them both feel giddy. “Just remember if it gets too much, just say red or your safe word, or pinch my leg if it’s too much.”
All these efforts Jimin was giving him touched Seokjin a lot. “Okay Jimin, I will.”
But then, Jimin’s face suddenly morphs into something much more serious. Gone was the soft smile, replaced by a sinister smirk that made Seokjin downright shiver. “Don’t call me Jimin. Here, you call me ‘sir’.”
Jimin wanted to establish a distinction between the Jimin in front of the cameras, and the Jimin in this bedroom. He thinks this will help Seokjin understand it better. Besides, they both think it’s hot.
“Yes, sir.” Shit , that was hotter than expected.
“Excellent, baby.” Jimin begins stripping his own clothes. He’ll be careful, he won’t overwhelm the elder. He’s gonna make him feel so good. “Now let loose, I got you.”
Tonight Jimin had no plans on fucking Seokjin’s ass. That was a little too much for their first time, and again, he wanted to make Seokjin feel good, not send him to overdrive. He, however, plans on making use of Seokjin’s other hole. Which looked absolutely pretty swollen from Jimin’s kiss.
He bends down again to capture Seokjin’s lips in a searing kiss. Jimin won’t admit it, but he’s sort of addicted to Seokjin’s lips, now that he’s gotten a taste of it. He makes out with him messily, spit mingling with each other that should be disgusting, but felt absolutely hot. When Jimin felt Seokjin raise his fingers to entangle in his hair, he growls, “Hands down, baby boy. Who said you could touch?”
The way Seokjin whimpered sounded like angels singing to Jimin’s ear. “S-sorry, sir.”
“I don’t want to punish you in our first night together.” The words beyond the sentence leave hanging in the air. But maybe next time.
Jimin lays Seokjin down on his back, and Jimin straddles him on his lap. He begins kissing down Seokjin’s neck, sucking in marks he had previously already started doing. He goes down further until he is on Seokjin’s chest, the elder’s pretty and perky nipples are erect from the cold and perhaps, from being so turned on.
“Pretty.” Jimin praises, and he takes note of how Seokjin reddened at the praise. “What a pretty slut just for me.”
Once again, Seokjin groans loudly, eyes snapping shut at Jimin’s words. So apparently, he likes being degraded as much as he adored being praised.
Excellent.
He tongues the older model’s nipples, loving the way he shivers as he sucks on them and plays with the other. “So pretty and all for me?”
It takes a good moment for Seokjin to realize that he was addressed. “Y-yes, sir.”
Jimin then begins to go lower, slipping past Seokjin’s navel and down to Seokjin’s cock. It’s hard and slightly leaking already. He didn’t know Seokjin was that sensitive, but he adored him nonetheless.
“What a pretty, pretty cock.” Jimin thinks that someday, he’d love to ride this cock too. “As pretty as you, Jinnie.”
The praise is really getting to Seokjin’s head. It’s making him feel absolutely cloudy, all he’s yearning for right now is Jimin and his nice words. “T-thank you, sir.”
Smirking, Jimin licks a long stripe along Seokjin’s cock, making the older model moan loudly. “What a polite boy I have here.”
Not letting him say another word, Jimin begins to suck on the head of Seokjin’s shaft. His tongue teasing in between Seokjin’s slit, that made the dick in his mouth twitch from how good it felt. Jimin matches his sucking and licking motions with pumping the older model’s hard cock. Tasting the precum that’s slipping from his head down to his tongue. “Tastes so fucking good.”
Seokjin has experienced a lot of blowjobs in his life, but he thinks Jimin is by far the most talented of them all. He loves the way he plays with his shaft, unafraid and in control. Seokjin is so tempted to entangle his hands in Jimin’s hair, until he remembered that he can’t touch unless Jimin allows him to.
“Ah sir,” Seokjin was twitching so hard. “Ah f-feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Jimin teasingly sucks on a little harder. “Then take it, slut.”
He begins pumping the model’s shaft faster. Never stopping to suck on his head and even down to his balls. He’s an expert with his tongue as he licks Seokjin’s cock like a goddamn popsicle. He can feel it, Seokjin is getting real close. He wants it to last a little longer though, so he grips the base of Seokjin’s cock to stop him from coming. “Ask me.”
Feeling thoroughly delirious, Seokjin is now drooling, the words barely coming out from his mouth as he begs Jimin to give him what he wants. “P-please, sir!”
He pumps harder, grabbing the base of Seokjin’s hard and absolutely leaking cock tighter. “Ask me properly.”
The command pushes Seokjin more to the edge, his spine shivering from how good Jimin’s hands and mouth felt all around him. “Sir please, let me come. Please, please!”
Seeing that Seokjin was really close to tears, Jimin lets go of his base. “Then come for me, baby.”
The moment Jimin lets go, Seokjin shoots up his load quickly. He paints Jimin’s lips white as ropes of cum escape his shaft. Jimin opening his mouth to taste his baby, and immediately finds the taste addictive. Seokjin feels good, and he tastes so good too. Seokjin could only pant out as he finished his high, mind positively hazy from how good it felt.
“Good boy.” Jimin doesn’t stop pumping him throughout his release. Seokjin groans as his sensitive cock is stimulated again, but he loves it nonetheless.
When he finally comes down from his high, he looks down at Jimin smirking at him, eyes hazy and unfocused. He already came once but Jimin has more plans for him. After all, Seokjin wanted Jimin to make him forget.
“Color, baby?”
They’re not yet done, not even close.
Seokjin gives him the signal once he’s fully regained his senses. “Green. So green.”
He pushes Seokjin up to his knees, showering the older model with kisses all over his face. He adores it, how Seokjin was looking at him like that. He wants to be the only one Seokjin will ever look at like that.
Ending the series of kisses with a long and heavy kiss on Seokjin’s lips, Jimin stands on the bed. He’s so hard now, but he’s been ignoring his cock in favor of Seokjin’s pleasure. When Seokjin notices it, he begins nosing along the younger model’s shaft.
“What?” Jimin taunts him. “You want it, baby?”
Seokjin whimpers prettily. “Can I, sir? Can I please taste you?”
“I don’t know darling, do you deserve it?”
Seokjin nods. He does. He can make his sir feel so good. He’s a good boy. He can do it.
“Yes, sir, please. I promise I’ll be good.” Seokjin begs, eyes solely on Jimin. “Please sir, I want you.”
And when Seokjin asked that nicely, how can Jimin even think of saying no?
He uses his cock to slap Seokjin’s face, loving the vision he has in front of him. Seokjin slips his tongue out and it makes Jimin groan at how sultry and sexy he looked. He’s gonna embed this image in his memory forever.
“I’m going to fuck your face, okay baby?” If Jimin already knew all of Seokjin’s limits, he won’t be asking for permission. He’ll take full control. “Your color?”
“Green.” Seokjin wants that. He wants it so badly. “So green, sir.”
And so Jimin doesn’t waste another moment. He slips the head of his cock inside Seokjin’s mouth. He may not be so huge, but he was definitely above average, and very thick. And that’s why Seokjin’s mouth already looked half full with just his head past his lips.
The slide was heavenly. His hard cock slipping past Seokjin’s plump lips was going to be the subject of Jimin’s wet dreams for the next few months. He looked ethereal on his knees, slowly sucking in every inch of Jimin’s cock like the desperate whore he was.
“Fuck!” Jimin cusses. “Such a good slut.”
Seokjin could only groan in response, mouth full and unable to say a word.
Jimin was already rock hard and he knows it won’t take him that long. From his foot, he could also feel Seokjin getting hard again. Damn Seokjin was not real.
So he begins thrusting in his mouth, slowly at first until he gets rougher. Using Seokjin’s hair as leverage, Jimin grasps for his head and starts thoroughly fucking his face. There are tears gathering in the corner of Seokjin’s eyes but he takes it all, not once complaining.
It didn’t take long for Jimin to feel slightly on edge. He’s so close, he’s going to cum really soon. From his foot, he could also feel that Seokjin is rock hard again, as if he hasn’t already come once. A bright idea pops into his head, since Seokjin has proven that he likes a hint of pain.
So what does Jimin do? He steps on Seokjin’s leaking cock with the heel of his foot.
He pulls his cock out the moment Seokjin whimpers and groans so loudly from the pressure of Jimin’s ankles. His moans is all that Jimin could hear and, fuck , the next room might complain, but he doesn’t give a shit at all. Seokjin was biting his lips as the pain and pleasure of getting his cock stepped on felt downright heavenly.
“Color?” Jimin asks quickly, just to make sure he isn’t hurting Seokjin.
“Green.” In reality, Seokjin doesn’t want him to stop. “Please sir, want you back.”
So Jimin gives his cock back to Seokjin. The force of his ankles is perfect pressure — not too hard to actually hurt, but not too soft it feels like a feather touch. Jimin’s hands entangle itself in Seokjin’s hair once again, using it to pump Seokjin’s face along his cock. There’s a lot of drool gathering and it falls on his foot. Great . He uses that to make the slide of his foot on Seokjin’s cock a little smoother.
When he’s finally thrown off edge, Jimin pulls his cock out of Seokjin’s mouth and paints the older model’s face white. Shutting his eyes quickly, around the same time Seokjin twitches when he comes for the second time around. Both their groans filling out the entire hotel room without a single care in the world.
“Fuck!” Jimin moans, especially when he looked down and saw Seokjin’s face painted with his cum. “What a good fucking boy for me.”
When Seokjin is also done coming, he pants out, thoroughly exhausted. But Seokjin is full of surprises. He looks up directly to Jimin’s eyes, making sure that his sir is looking at him and only him, before he gathers a large amount of Jimin’s cum with his fingers, and places it inside his own mouth as if it was some icing on a cake.
“Mhm,” Seokjin hums while Jimin groans out loud. Fuck that was so goddamn hot. “You taste so good, sir.”
Unable to resist the temptation, Jimin bends down and scoops the rest of his cum and shoves it down Seokjin’s mouth. The older model happily swallowed it all. Seeing that, Jimin then captured Seokjin’s lips in a long and dirty kiss, tasting himself inside Seokjin’s mouth. It was fine though, because it was Seokjin and everything about Seokjin was hot.
The older model was indeed tired and fucked out. So Jimin goes ahead and lays him down against the sheets, covering the ones they’ve dirtied, and grabbing a damp towel from the bathroom. He wipes Seokjin down, kissing his forehead and cheeks as he cleans him. Showering him with praises all over his skin. He makes sure to clean himself last until Seokjin is safely tucked under the covers.
He joins Seokjin a moment later. Grabbing a bottle of water that he made Seokjin drink. He offers Seokjin a snack which Seokjin denied. He was tired, he just wanted to sleep right now. So when Jimin comes to bed with him, he doesn’t fight it when Jimin engulfs him in his arms. He’s happy and satiated. He feels floaty and so good. Jimin was perfect for him tonight.
“So,” Jimin carefully asks when Seokjin has comfortably buried himself against Jimin’s neck as if he belonged there. “What does this mean?”
They were old enough already, no longer teenagers that shy away from feelings. So Seokjin makes it clear and direct. “I liked this Jimin, and if you want to, I want to do it again. Hell, I want to keep on doing it.”
Despite their earlier ministrations, Jimin couldn’t help but blush at how straight to the point Seokjin was. “Okay, I like that too.”
“We’d probably have to discuss more about our limits.” Seokjin mutters tiredly. “But let’s talk about it some other day. We have time.”
Oh they have so much time indeed. Jimin can’t wait. But just before Seokjin closes his eyes, Jimin tells him of his own conditions. “I want us to be exclusive though.”
Seokjin’s eyes snap open. “Why?”
Because I just want you to be mine.
“Just to be safe,” Jimin says instead. “I don’t do this with just anybody Seokjin.”
For now, Seokjin won’t ask more. He’s just so tired and he wants to rest. Preferably in Jimin’s warm embrace. “Okay. I like being exclusive too.”
The lampshade hasn’t even been turned off, but neither of them made an effort to disentangle from each other’s arms. Jimin plays with Seokjin’s hair, leaving kisses on his temple before Seokjin finally succumbs to his deep sleep.
“Good night, baby.”
Oh what a night it had been for Jimin. Before he closes his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile. This was something he had never expected, but he won’t say that he didn’t like it. For he did. He liked it so much. He can’t wait to do it again soon.
It’s just that never in a million years did Jimin think that he would spend his night cuddling with his archenemy right in between in his arms. It should feel wrong, Seokjin was still his biggest competition.
But again, if this was wrong, then why does having Seokjin right in between his arms feel so goddamn right?