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Jimin wasn’t feeling well.
He couldn’t decipher if it was the fact that he hasn’t eaten anything yet or because he was being thrown around for the past thirty minutes. Or maybe it was all the sweaty and buff men running past him on the field. Aside from all of that, it could also possibly be Jeon Jeongguk raising his blood pressure from the way he was constantly making remarks about his cheering and quite literally catcalling his cheer team along with his team mates.
The first half of the game was almost done and the crowd could probably be heard cheering from outside of the field. It wasn’t surprising though—yonsei university against hanyang university.
The two most renowned and most well known unis in the state playing against each other that even locals would come and watch, the bleachers completely crammed with spectators.
Right now, hanyang was leading. To Jimin’s misfortune though, as the cheer captain of yonsei university.
Everyone knew him. Everyone knew how vital he was to the team, though he wasn’t even the one playing, but it was an unspoken rule that when Jimin was present, all the players would be in a better mood and the possibility of them winning would be higher.
Like a lucky charm.
To be honest, Jimin found it ridiculous since their team has been beaten quite a few times, despite his presence.
Reason for that must be something else though—or rather someone else.
A special someone named Jeon Jeongguk.
Number 97 on the field.
Jimin’s worst nightmare.
Maybe Jimin would like him more if he wasn’t always being such a jock but everyone was well aware of their little cold war. Jeongguk was a master in making Jimin mad and getting on his nerves. He knew exactly what he had to do or say to make the cheerleader mad.
As halftime approached, everyone watched the final thirty seconds of play before the horn went off and applause broke out.
All the players took deep breaths, took off their helmets and ran past Jimin and his cheer team as they did another choreography.
Jimin bit his teeth together when he saw Jeongguk and his friends running into his direction. Just as Jimin landed on the floor again the guys walked past them.
“Pretty skirt, park. Got it from the kids section?” Jeongguk remarked with a huff.
Jimin rolled his eyes and turned around, sure that his round ass was perfectly visible from the wind blowing up his skirt.
“Funny, very funny Jeon.” Jimin did a backflip until he landed right in front of Jeongguk’s face.
“You should smile a bit more, you know. Can’t call yourself a cheerleader without showing your pretty teeth.” He remarked with a smirk as he quickly tapped Jimin’s chin with his pointer finger.
“Glad I'm not cheering for you then, hm?”
Jeongguk smirked and leaned even closer. “We’ll see about that, little one.”
Jimin watched him walk away with his friends before he rolled his eyes and stepped back to his cheer mates.
“Little one!”
“What do you want now?” Jimin sighed as he threw his backpack on one of the many desks in the library before taking a seat.
“You promised you’d help me finish my history assignment, remember?” Jeongguk said, out of breath from catching up with Jimin. As per usual, the younger was chasing after Jimin, trying to get close to him.
“I told you I’d help you if you pass your maths exam, didn’t I? But you didn't, so now you have to deal with the consequences.”
He took out his books and notebook as he searched for where he left off his studie’s last.
“Come on! You can’t do this to me, I’ll fail! You’re my last hope, pleaseeee…” Jeongguk begged.
Jimin didn’t budge but continued reading what was in his book. When Jimin didn’t respond and continued ignoring Jeongguk’s pleas, the younger smiled to himself and slowly leaned forward, placing soft kisses against Jimin’s exposed neck.
“Stop! We’re in the library!” Jimin whisper-yelled at him, moving away from his lips.
Jeongguk, though, pulled him closer again and continued kissing up and down the smaller’s neck, spreading goosebumps all over his porcelain skin as he ignored the others' weak protest.
Jimin just couldn’t say no to him. “Fine. I’ll help you. But we’re going to do it together! I’m just gonna help you, I'm not gonna write it for you, alright?”
Jeongguk finally leaned back and vigorously nodded with a mischievous grin on his lips before he opened his notebook.
Jimin held back a smile.
The crowd roared when the final honk sounded and hanyang university was announced the winners of today's game. Jimin and his cheerleaders congratulated each other on the good performances they delivered and went to cheer up their team.
Meanwhile on the other side, Jeongguk was being thrown in the air and everyone was congratulating each other.
The players stood in one line as the other team walked past them and they all exchanged high fives, some even hugging as they congratulated them.
Slowly everyone walked away, the players to the changing rooms to shower and get ready to leave, the guests going home and all the cheerleaders walking to the locker rooms.
Taehyung, the choreographer of the cheer team and Jimin’s best friend, followed close behind the smaller before he placed his arm around his shoulder.
“So, I know we just lost but…I heard there’s this house party at Yoongi hyung’s place tonight and what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t come with me, right?” He suggested.
“You know, you don’t have to follow Yoongi around all the time, you could just simply ask for his number and end your, and most importantly my, misery.” Jimin replied as he took out his bag from his locker and started dressing himself.
Taehyung plopped onto the bleachers and deeply sighed. “He’s so cute. I need to have him. And you’re going to come with me to that party.” He demanded, his pointer finger pointing at Jimin.
“Do I even have a choice?”
Jimin threw on his hoodie and shouldered his bag. “Nope. You’re coming with me.”
“What am I gonna do there? Watch you guys eye fuck each other the whole night while I get drunk in the corner?”
“No no no, you got it all wrong. You are going to be my mental support and my source of security in case anything goes wrong and I‘m not in his bed by the end of the night.”
Jimin was indeed Taehyung's mental support. That was until Yoongi and him were tangled up with each other in the living room practically grinding on each other, matching their movements to the sensual song that was playing.
And Jimin was indeed in the corner, getting drunk by himself.
Yup—should’ve stayed home.
As Jimin unfocused his eyes and watched the way the light reflected against the glass windows, he lost track of time and didn’t realize how Taehyung was stumbling towards him clumsily.
“Jimin! Jimin! Hey! Hello, hi how are you?” He stumbled over his words, giggling as well as falling right into Jimin’s arms.
“I’m fine, how are you? You’re the one having dry sex at a house party right now!” Jimin scoffed when he noticed his face turning a deeper shade of pink, even more vibrant than it already was from all the drinks he had. (half a beer and a tequila shot (yes. only.))
“Are you alright here by yourself? I could ask hyung to introduce you to some of his friends!” Taehyung suggested happily.
Jimin smiled reassuringly but declined. “Just go have fun. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Jimin’s gaze shifted to Yoongi who had moved to the small bar again as he chugged the remainder of his liquor. “He’s so hot, isn’t he?”
Taehyung had followed Jimin’s gaze and sighed dreamily when he saw Yoongi. “I need him to knock me into his headboard until I see god…”
“Alright.”
“His dick is probably so big, do you think he’ll fit it all inside? I need him balls deep for sure!”
“Uhm I’m not sure. Don’t really wanna think about your crush’s dick right no—“
“I should suck him off too. I’ll study the gentle curve of his co—“ Taehyung said, lost in his thoughts, his hands tracing the air in front of himself as he probably imagined all his fantasies.
“Okay! Just go and do all those things! No need for a detailed description!” Jimin pushed against Taehyung, interrupting him abruptly.
“And you’re sure you’re okay here alone?” Taehyung asked again as he was shoved by Jimin.
“Yes, I’m totally enjoying myself. Now go exchange your spit with him or something.” Jimin replied, giving Taehyung one last shove towards the bar.
His best friend smiled and started walking away.
“Byeee! Have fun!” Jimin called out after him lastly. He watched how Taehyung leaned his back against the bar to lock eyes with the older and sighed satisfied.
He watched them exchange a few words before Yoongi took Taehyung’s hand and led him to somewhere Jimin could only assume was a bedroom.
Taehyung found Jimin in the crowd one last time, shooting him encouraging thumbs up before he disappeared from his sight completely.
It was only 10 o’clock and Jimin promised Taehyung he wouldn’t leave before him even though he was almost sure that if things went well, Taehyung would just end up staying the night.
The cheerleader downed the last of his beer before he pushed himself off the wall and started walking towards the bar to get replenishment. As he walked through the sweaty body’s that were dancing he was hit with the smell of liquor, cologne, sweat and probably a lot more body fluids than Jimin would like to know.
He scrunched up his nose in disgust, finally finding a free seat as he poured himself another beer.
But if Jimin thought he could enjoy the rest of the night by himself and just relax on the sofa, he was horribly wrong.
His head shot up from his phone when he heard a loud banging, the door of Yoongi’s home suddenly wide open while a certain group of guys barged in, completely crashing the party.
“Who’s ready to get this fucking party started?!” Jeongguk called out as he lifted the huge beer barrel over his head.
Everyone cheered in enjoyment as the winning team finally arrived but Jimin could only roll his eyes.
“I knew something was missing at this shit show…” He muttered to himself at the sight of Jeongguk walking past him.
The door opened and Jimin leaned his head away from the living room to look into the corridor. Jeongguk was carrying a blue bag in his hand and stood awkwardly as his and Jimin’s mom greeted each other.
Jimin had sighed annoyed when his mother told him that Jeongguk would come to his 13th birthday party. It wasn’t like he hated him but Jeongguk simply wasn’t the best company to keep.
He walked inside, spotting Jimin sitting in front of his other two friends as they all placed their presents in front of him.
“Jimin, open your presents!” His mom said enthusiastically as everyone sat down on the floor, creating a circle around the gifts.
“Jeongguk picked the present out himself, didn’t you?” Jeongguk’s mom commented when Jimin picked up the blue sparkling birthday bag.
There was this excitement inside of Jimin that he didn’t want to accept for himself. He was imagining that Jeongguk was standing in the toys aisle and picked out a toy that he knew Jimin would like.
It made Jimin feel all weird inside.
He quickly opened up the bag, taking out an iron man action figure.
Jimin stared at it for a while before he looked up into Jeongguk’s eyes just to find an all-knowing grin on his face.
“What do you think? Do you like it?” Jeongguk’s mother asked immediately.
Jimin gulped down what he was about to say and quickly nodded.
“I like it a lot. Thank you miss Jeon. And Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk knew that Jimin liked Captain America the most.
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” Everyone cheered. Jeongguk held the beer barrel in both hands, downing what was left in it as everyone cheered him on.
Jimin rolled his eyes at the sight. He ignored the way Jeongguk’s muscular arms tensed and how his veins popped against his skin. He also ignored how his jawline moved with every bit he gulped down.
Suddenly the barrel was empty and everyone cheered louder while Jeongguk grabbed the next best girl and started aggressively making out with her.
Some people started whistling and clapping and Jimin was getting overstimulated. He averted his gaze from what was happening. At least he tried to.
The girl was pretty. She had big lips and a small nose, really pretty features and a petite body. She seemed caught off guard at first when Jeongguk kissed her but quickly sank into it.
It wasn’t surprising since Jeongguk was the jock that literally almost every girl had a crush on.
When Jimin saw the way Jeongguk’s hand gripped her ass harshly, it finally gave him the push to stand up and walk away.
It shouldn’t affect him like this. Jeongguk shouldn’t affect him like this anymore.
Jimin felt dizzy. He didn’t know if it was because he just witnessed Jeongguk stuffing his tongue into someone’s mouth, if it was the 5 beers and the 3 martinis he downed or if he was getting sick. He didn’t look behind himself anymore and just walked up the stairs in search of a bathroom.
He found one eventually but saw the line in front of it and quickly decided to find somewhere else to relax for a bit.
To his luck there was a room that was unlocked and it seemed empty. He quickly went inside and closed the door behind himself. Finally silence hit his ears.
He laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling in thought.
What was he even doing here? He should’ve just told Taehyung that he couldn’t come to the party with him.
Avoiding Jeongguk had been easy outside of the games.
They didn’t go to the same university so he didn’t have to cross his path in the hallway. Jimin was relieved about that until the very first time they crossed paths again on the field.
Another game was coming up against hanyang university and Jimin was getting ready in the locker rooms, putting on his tiny tennis skirt and his cropped shirt. He picked up his matching pom-poms, checked himself out in the mirror one last time before he ran onto the field with his cheer team.
Immediately they started doing a few tricks, cartwheeling onto the field as the crowd cheered.
When the players came out of the stalls Jimin started cheering and calling out their names. He had noticed a new face in the opponents team since they’ve played against hanyang a few times already, Jimin kind of memorized who was on the other team. He continued cheering for his team but looked closely at the new player.
He also was hearing a new name being shouted from the audience.
“Je—!”, “Let’s go Jeongg—!” “Jeon, you’re going to kill it!”
The new player took off his helmet and brushed through his hair but Jimin halted.
“Jeon Jeongguk!!”
“And the newest addition to team hanyang is the new quarterback Jeon Jeongguk, number 97!” The announcer said through the microphone.
Jimin felt a piercing pain in his heart suddenly and he fought himself to continue cheering. It felt like he was numb and his breath started hitching.
Jeongguk was waving at the audience before his gaze shifted downwards finally. As they locked eyes, Jeongguk seemed just as shocked. He quickly moved on from it though, averting his eyes and putting the helmet back on, getting ready for the game.
During the whole game, their eyes kept locking and Jimin tried to ignore the building tension.
After the game Jimin ran off and threw up in the bathroom next to the changing rooms. He knew he couldn’t avoid Jeongguk and now he saw him wherever he suddenly went.
Then he started hearing things. Jeongguk was the new starplayer of hanyang university. He was the most popular guy in their uni. Everyone talked about him, even people at Jimin's uni.
It made Jimin mad how everyone was gushing over Jeongguk. Even in yonsei you would almost only hear Jeongguk’s name after hanyang won their previous game.
It was as if people were worshipping him.
“Enjoying the view?” A voice suddenly sounded as Jimin was having a daydream, staring at the ceiling for he didn’t even realize how long.
“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me,” Jimin said as he sat up quickly just to roll his eyes and lay back down when he saw Jeongguk’s face.
“Get out,” Jimin demanded.
Jeongguk closed the door behind him and walked closer to Jimin, his eyes closed and his arms spread out on the bed.
The quarterback didn’t say anything as he stood in front of the bed, staring down at Jimin.
“What the fuck do you want?” Jimin finally said when he could still feel Jeongguk’s presence.
Jeongguk scoffed slightly, his hands in his jeans pockets. “Nothing…Do you want me to want something?”
Jimin sighed in annoyance. “For fucks sake. I came here to relax. Get the fuck out Jeon.”
It was silent for probably ten seconds (not like Jimin was counting) before Jeongguk spoke again.
“Are you going to stop treating me like that?”
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows and finally opened his eyes. “Like what?”
“You know like what.” He looked at Jimin, knowing he also knew what Jeongguk meant.
“You know that you deserve it.” Jimin only said after a few seconds.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You deserve it.”
“You know that’s not true.”
Jimin scoffed and sat back up to continue his arguing.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to see you.”
Jimin choked on a scoff. “Yeah sure.”
Jeongguk’s gaze travelled from Jimin's eyes to his lips and back up. “Are you ever gonna stop hating me?”
He leaned closer. Jimin's breath hitched as Jeongguk was practically hovering over him.
“What—are you doing?”
Jimin whispered but Jeongguk smiled.
“Nevermind.” He leaned back again and started walking to the door slowly.
Jimin raised his brows in shock. “You…what the hell are you talking about?”
Jeongguk stopped walking, his hands back in his pockets as he turned around.
“I’m just saying that, I won't dare get close to you again. You’ll just make this all complicated.” He shrugged his shoulders and Jimin's blood started boiling.
“How the hell would I make this complicated?”
“Maybe history will repeat itself.” Jeongguk shrugged.
Jimin gulped down his anger. “You’re just a coward, always been. You’re scared that you’ll fall for me, that’s why you’re saying this.”
Jimin stood up hysterically.
“Yeah? Wanna test that theory?” Jeongguk scoffed while he walked closer.
“I should ask you. You sure you’re not gonna fall?”
“Nah, I'm good.” Jeongguk replied with a scoff though his eyes were already focused on Jimin’s lips.
“Okay. Me too.”
“Okay.”
Jimin stood right in front of Jeongguk now, the tension between them causing Jimin to get dizzy again.
“Are you going to kiss me?” Jimin suddenly whispered after a few more seconds of utter silence, only the muffled sound of the music from downstairs and people's conversations being heard.
Jeongguk’s hand found its way to Jimin’s face, cupping his cheek almost too tenderly. “Are you going to let me?” He whispered back, stepping even closer as he gave Jimin no more room to breathe.
The tension could probably be cut with scissors when Jeongguk used his thumb to press it against Jimin’s bottom lip. And Jimin was so dizzy, but he nodded.
They stared at each other for a few more seconds before Jeongguk leaned forward and connected their lips in a deep kiss.
It was quick.
It reminded Jimin of the first time again. He wanted to cry suddenly.
He wanted to scream and shout at Jeongguk but he couldn’t react to anything when Jeongguk pressed his lips against Jimin’s again, this time with purpose.
He wasn’t soft with it. And Jimin didn’t want him to be. So they kissed, their tongues colliding over and over again, Jimin gasping into his mouth, Jeongguk gripping Jimin’s waist tighter with every passing second, pressing them even further together.
And Jimin, he gripped Jeongguk’s hair tightly, so tightly that he was sure it must hurt, but Jeongguk didn’t complain. No, more so leaned into it, wanting Jimin to continue.
Time went by in a rush and before Jimin knew what they were doing and when to stop it, they fell onto the bed, their bodies tangled on the sheets. Jeongguk was restless, like he’d been craving this for a long time. But Jimin didn’t want to think about that because it was certainly not true.
As usual, the younger just needed to make his point clear and as usual Jimin was stubborn and too proud to back down. So they kissed, deeper, wetter and more passionately than ever.
When Jeongguk slightly thrusted into Jimin’s crotch, it came crashing down on Jimin.
He went still underneath Jeongguk, the movement of his lips slowly stopping as he realized—realized that he was kissing and basically dry fucking(!) Jeon Jeongguk right now.
Jeongguk didn’t notice Jimin’s lack of movement at first and continued sucking on the boys lower lip hungrily. When he didn’t get a response, he leaned up and looked down at Jimin who had his eyebrows knitted together, a visible frown on his face.
Without thinking, Jimin pushed Jeongguk away and sat up.
“What the fuck?” Jeongguk said, short of breath as he straightened up from being pushed.
Jimin gulped. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know why he just kissed Jeongguk. And he also didn’t know why Jeongguk kissed him.
“Why did we just…do that?” He asked, looking around as if he was trying to find the answer written in the air in front of him.
Jeongguk stood up and went through his hair messily, taming what Jimin had messed up just a few minutes ago while he walked through the room.
“I don’t know Jimin, you tell me.”
“It’s your turn Jimin, spin the bottle.” Chanyeol said, one of the popular guys in his class.
Jimin thought it’d be smart to come along to a little party his classmates organized. He didn’t really get along with any of them but still decided it would be a smart move (It wasn’t).
They were playing seven minutes in heaven now and Jimin was visibly uncomfortable. He had already decided to leave the circle everyone was sitting in and come up with an excuse but it was too late when Chanyeol asked him to spin the bottle.
Jimin looked around anxiously, not wanting to be the party pooper. He spun the green glass bottle and it turned a few times, all his classmates' eyes focused on it.
It stopped after a few seconds, the tip facing someone on his right. Everyone cheered when they realized who it was pointing at.
Jeongguk grinned, his dimple showing as it curved his cheek.
Jimin wanted to roll his eyes. Jeongguk was known for this. Being the one who makes out with people and has girlfriend after girlfriend. It made Jimin insecure how loved he was.
They were only in highschool and Jeongguk seemed to already have his life planned out and perfect.
The football player gripped the bottle and spun it around too, picking the one who would spend seven minutes in a dirty, small, smelly storage room with him.
He looked closely at the bottle and how just the slight snap of Jeongguk’s wrist made it spin this fast.
As it slowed down, the tip halted right in front of Jimin. It was pointing right at him. And so were all the eyes in the circle.
“You can spin again if you want.” Chanyeol said when no one in the circle commented on the results.
Jeongguk locked eyes with Jimin and the smaller’s face was as red as it could possibly get.
“No, that's fine.” Jeongguk quickly replied.
Some girls in the circle seemed to be shocked and confused though, not having expected Jeongguk to agree to this.
“I thought you were strai—“ A girl commented. A girl everyone knew had a long lasting crush on Jeongguk.
“I said it’s fine.” Jeongguk interrupted her harshly, the pulsating bass of music reverberating through the walls as Jimin and Jeongguk found themselves in the dimly lit storage room.
The door clicked shut behind them, leaving them in near darkness, illuminated only by a small, flickering light that was dangling from the ceiling above them.
Jimin, with his heart pounding and nervousness in his eyes, looked at Jeongguk, who seemed surprisingly unbothered. He was wearing their dark blue high school letterman jacket, on the right side of it the letter “J” in beige, the fitting of it was oversized and Jimin thought Jeongguk already looked like a college student.
He didn’t know what it was that made Jeongguk look so much older suddenly, although he was still almost two years younger than him. For a sixteen year old, Jeongguk surely looked a bit too mature.
“Well, this is…unexpected.” Jimin whispered. The space was too small for Jeongguk not to hear.
The room was cramped, filled with boxes, brooms, their bodies so close to each other that Jimin wouldn’t even have to take a full step forward to be in Jeongguk’s space.
Jimin tried to take a step backwards to put more distance between them but quickly noticed that it was impossible. Jeongguk saw the uneasiness in Jimin’s face and sighed softly.
“You don't have to do this, Jimin. We can just, you know, pretend like we did.”
Jimin frowned. “What are we supposed to do anyways?”
Jimin liked acting clueless sometimes, it made him feel like he could control the other person, in this case Jeongguk. Actually, in most cases it was Jeongguk.
The other seemed confused for a second, caught off guard by Jimin’s pretentious innocence. “Usually, when playing Seven minutes in Heaven, the two people who get picked have to…I don’t know—make out.”
Jimin’s cheeks burned red and he hoped it wasn’t noticeable in the dim lights. “Really?”
“You’ve never done that before?”
Jimin gulped. “Done what?”
“You know…made out with someone…” Jeongguk was fiddling with the bottom of his jacket, though his eyes stayed focused on Jimin’s face.
Jimin only hesitantly shook his head and Jeongguk nodded in understanding.
The darkness and their proximity cast an electrifying tension between them. Jimin's eyes darted to Jeongguk's lips, and he swallowed hard. Jeongguk's gaze met Jimin's in an almost questioning way.
Jimin cleared his throat slightly and shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
“We…could try though…” He finally bursted out, biting his bottom lip to a point where he thought the skin might tear.
A soft smirk tugged at the corner of Jeongguk’s lips. He straightened up his posture, pushing himself off the wall as he took the smallest step towards Jimin. He was right in front of Jimin’s face now and the smaller could smell his cologne.
Jimin’s heart raced as they inched closer. Jeongguk reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Jimin's face, his touch sending shivers down Jimin's spine.
“Jeongguk…” Jimin whispered softly.
Jeongguk didn’t respond with words; instead, he leaned in slowly, his lips hovering just inches from Jimin's. The tension between them was palpable, and Jimin's eyes flickered down to Jeongguk's lips.
Their lips finally met, gentle and hesitant, like a first tentative step into the unknown. Jimin's nervousness transformed into a sweet rush of adrenaline as their kiss deepened. Jeongguk's hand moved to the small of Jimin's back, pulling him closer.
The world around them faded away slowly, and they were lost in the stolen moment. The taste of each other's lips, the soft, exploring caresses – it's all too intoxicating to resist. Jimin's hands moved to Jeongguk's hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as they pulled each other even closer.
But just as the intensity of their kiss began to grow, the tranquillity of their corner was disrupted by an unwelcome interruption.
“You can stop making out, the seven minutes are over!” Said, a female voice paired with a loud thud against the storage room door.
Jimin and Jeongguk pulled away abruptly, their faces flushed, breathing heavily.
They shared a knowing look, their secret moment stolen by the chaos of the party. They reluctantly watched the door get opened by Chanyeol and stepped out, leaving behind a lingering sense of what could have been.
“Someone spilled punch all over the stereo, and now the music's stopped! You guys have to come and check it out.” Someone called out from the living room and everyone started walking towards what was happening.
Jimin looked back into the small room one last time and walked towards the front door to finally leave the party, his face flushed and his pants unapologetically tighter while he tried to cover up his red face. He didn't look back again and didn’t see Jeongguk again that night.
“I literally just watched you make out with some random girl downstairs and you got the nerve to come up here and kiss me?!” Jimin was losing his mind. At least that’s what it felt like.
Jeongguk widened his eyes and scoffed, shocked.
“No, Jimin. You’re not going to blame me for doing something you fucking asked for.” He pointed his finger at Jimin and looked at him. The smaller was still sitting on the bed, going through his hair and wiping his eyes in horror.
Jimin finally looked up at him again. “You always do this. You always find a way to blame others for your fucking mistakes.”
“What the fuck?!” Jeongguk called out, not believing what Jimin was assuming of him. “You asked me to kiss you literally five fucking minutes ago Jimin! Don’t fucking act like the victim or some shit!”
Jimin stood up finally. “You want to be the victim? Fine! Be my guest Jeongguk! You have never done anything wrong! All your decisions were made out of selflessness! You are so humble and mature! Park fucking Jimin was trying to hold you back! Isn’t that fucking right?!” He stepped forward, walking towards Jeongguk until they were face to face again.
“Don’t put words into my mouth that I never said Jimin-ah.” Jeongguk said, his voice quiet again.
Jimin scoffed and shook his head slightly. “You didn’t have to say them out loud. I know you Jeongguk. I know why you did what you did. I know what a selfish fucking bastard you are.” He whispered.
Jeongguk gulped and blew out a breath.
“You know nothing.”
“What don’t I know? That you’re a pathetic piece of shit? That the only way you can handle your feelings is by hurting everyone around you? It’s not my fault. It was never anyone’s fault but your own.” Jimin’s pointer finger pressed into Jeongguk’s chest as he talked.
Jeongguk was shaking with anger. He needed Jimin to just stop talking.
“Stop.” He demanded, holding Jimin’s wrist.
“Are you too scared to hear the truth?” Jimin scoffed, pushing at Jeongguk’s chest again.
He didn’t know what they were aiming for. Closure? Making up? More fighting? To Jimin it all seemed pointless. He just needed Jeongguk to know what he had to say to him and that was it.
“Jimin, I said stop.” He demanded again, this time his tone was harsher and his grip on Jimin's wrist got tighter.
And Jimin was definitely drunk because he stared at Jeongguk, at the way the quarterback was looking down on him due to their minimal size and height difference, at the way his eyebrows were knitted together and and he could feel his strong hand wrapped around his fragile wrist.
Jimin was so drunk because, leaning up and crashing his lips back onto Jeongguk’s was the dumbest and most hypocritical decision he has ever made.
It wasn’t unusual for Jimin to hear rumors about Jeongguk, but this one had his insides twisting a bit.
“I heard he took a guy to a hotel and spent the night with him! I really didn’t expect him to be gay…” A girl whispered to her friend behind Jimin in class.
“I don’t think he’s gay, maybe he’s bisexual or something. I’ve seen him with girls a lot more than I’ve seen him with guys.” Her friend replied quietly.
Jimin listened carefully, lazily scribbling on his notebook while the teacher was explaining a math problem.
“Yeah, he was dating that Park Soyeon girl just two months ago!”
Was Jeongguk really that famous? Of course he was, Jimin just didn’t want to admit it.
Everyone in their grade has lost their virginity or did something with others, meanwhile Jimin was a desperate, virgin gay.
He got called a twink in school more often than he got called by his name ever since he came out publicly—or better say ever since he got outed.
He had found the courage about four months into their last school year to finally ask out this one guy in their grade. He wasn’t fully sure if Kim Seeun was straight, but they’d been talking a lot and he made Jimin feel comfortable making him think it was mutual.
After Jimin asked him out, Seeun had laughed into his face and asked him if he was for real and if he seriously wasn’t joking.
It was humiliating. By the end of the week the whole grade knew that Jimin was gay.
So yeah Jimin was a pathetic, gay, twink virgin…
His first kiss was with Jeon Jeongguk and it was also his last. The only sexual experience he had was watching badly made porn and jerking off in the shower.
Hearing about Jeongguk’s “experience” with guys made it all so much worse.
He didn’t want to admit to himself that someone who was younger than him and who he’s known the majority of his life had managed to be this famous person everyone wanted to be close to while Jimin remained the awkward nerdy kid.
And then it hit Jimin. What if he just asked Jeongguk to be the one to take his virginity?
For a second, Jimin wanted to punch himself for thinking this was a good idea but would Jeongguk think the same? The way Jimin knew him, he’d just shrug his shoulders and say: “Fine, let’s do it. You have time tomorrow?”
That’s how weird Jeongguk was.
“Didn’t he and that Jimin guy grow up together or something? I heard they spent seven minutes in heaven in a storage room together like two years ago but Jeongguk refused to go in with him because he didn’t want people to think he’s gay.” one of them whispered again.
Her friend chuckled and shushed her. As always it was like Jimin was invisible.
He slowly turned around to them and they both quickly went quiet and looked into their books again.
“He’s an awful fucking kisser, if that’s what you wanted to know.” He said, his expression stone cold.
They looked at each other before hiding their faces in embarrassment. Jimin turned back around and rolled his eyes. Soon after, the lesson ended and he packed his stuff to get to the library.
He still had a few assignments to finish and he knew that once he got home, he’d do none of them. So he set up his little table in the far back of the school library, put on his headphones and started his work.
Maybe this was his problem. It was friday after school and he was doing assignments while all the other people in his grade were probably out partying and having fun.
He sighed and continued writing. At least he could turn off his brain like this and not think about how miserable his life was.
He was so focused on his assignment that it took him a moment to realize that the seat next to him was suddenly pulled backwards for someone to sit on.
He raised his head to find Jeongguk sitting next to him, taking out his notebooks and his laptop.
He didn’t look at Jimin, continuing to unpack his stuff. It wasn’t until Jimin removed his headphones and asked, that the other finally looked at him.
“What are you doing here?” Jimin wasn’t an unfriendly guy. He was very polite and helped when he could, but when he looked around and found all the other tables empty beside them, he could only question why Jeongguk would decide to sit right next to him.
“Your mom didn’t tell you?” He asked in return, raising one of his eyebrows, the pierced one, Jimin noticed.
“Tell me what?”
“My mom apparently talked to yours and they decided that you’re going to tutor me in maths so I don’t fail.” He explained.
Jimin sighed in annoyance. “Why am I the last one to find out about this?”
“If you don’t want to, then I’ll just find someone else to tutor me.” He said, leaning back in his chair.
He was wearing the school uniform, the oversized, dark blue letterman jacket over it. He had slightly longer hair. You could almost call it a mullet.
Jimin debated it for a second. It wasn’t like he hated Jeongguk or anything. He sighed and bowed down his head.
“It’s fine.”
“Thanks.”
—
“And then you divide 4 with 8. That’s the answer.” Jimin explained, using his pen to point at the numbers in the textbook.
“Did you understand how to calculate this part of the equatio—Jeongguk! I’m talking, listen to me.”
The younger had started drawing little dog cartoons on his paper instead of listening to Jimin.
“God, can we take a break? We’ve been doing this for like what? 2 hours?” He complained, dropping his pencil on the table.
“Actually it was 30 minutes, but fine. 5 minute break.” Jimin said, looking back at his own notes.
“So…I like your hair.” Jeongguk said suddenly and Jimin couldn’t hold back his dumb blush.
He’d dyed his hair orange a few days back. Yes, bold choice but he just wanted a change. Jeongguk was surprisingly the first one to compliment him on it.
“I—Thanks.” He said, raking his finger through it.
It was quiet for a few seconds. Jimin could feel Jeongguk’s gaze on him, as if he was studying his face.
“Do I have something on my face?” Jimin finally said when their eyes locked.
“Do you ever think about when we kissed?” Jeongguk asked nonchalantly.
Jimin’s eyes widened and his face was probably a lot redder than it should be.
Why would he ask that so suddenly? They haven’t even talked properly since that night…
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jimin replied impulsively, desperately wanting to turn this conversation into another direction.
The other unexpectedly scoffed, leaning back in his chair again to manspread comfortably. Jimin fought hard to not look.
“No? Seven Minutes in Heaven, Highschool party, spin the bottle, making out with me in a dusty storage room? Doesn’t ring a bell?” He teased and if Jimin wasn’t red before then he surely was now.
“I was trying to forget it, thanks for reminding me though!”
“I thought you liked it?”
“I don’t remember it.”
“Should we refresh your memory?” Jeongguk smirked.
Jimin’s brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m flirting with you.”
“Why?”
“Because…you’re cute.”
Jimin scoffed in disbelief. “Is this how you do it? You just come up to people and lure them into your bed like this?”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “I’m not trying to lure you into my bed. Unless you want me to…”
“Shut up!”
“You’re so dramatic. Loosen up a little.”
They fell silent for a few seconds. Jimin didn’t know what was going through his head. He wasn’t thinking straight when he started talking again.
“Have you ever even had…sex with a guy?” He asked.
Jeongguk thought for a moment but quickly smirked and replied. “Why? You wanna have sex with me?”
“…No.”
“Why did you take so long to respond?”
“Stop asking so many questions!”
“I’m not asking many questions, you’re just stuck up.”
“I’m not stuck up.”
“Yes you are.”
“No, I’m not. Be quiet.”
“You definitely are. You can't even admit that we kissed.”
“Stop!” Jimin called out a lot louder than he intended to, causing a lot of people to turn their heads towards them.
Jeongguk looked at Jimin’s regretful expression. “Fine. No need to yell at me.”
Jimin thought back to his idea from earlier and decided to just say it, he had nothing to loose. “Please just—Let me ask you this and you’ll promise me that you will not interpret too much into it.”
“Ask what?”
“Ok so…I don’t know how I should ask this without it sounding absolutely insane. I promise you it’s not what you think it is, I’m just desperate and really pathetic and you’re the only one that I can imagine doing this with, which is absolutely insane because I don’t even like you like that but—“
“For god's sake Jimin, just say it!” Jeongguk interrupted.
“Can you—I mean would you…take my virginity?”
Jimin's eyes were squeezed shut, scared of Jeongguk’s response and his face when he heard it.
“You…want me to take your virginity?”
“God, this is so embarrassing. I have to kill you now.”
“Why though?”
Jimin exhaled dramatically and threw his head into his hands. “I’m already 19 and I want to finally have…my first time b-but there’s no one else who is fitting and I want someone who’s experienced and someone who I preferably know and you were the only one that came to mind…” Jimin finished his rambling with an exhausted sigh. “fuck this is so embarrassing.”
He couldn’t look Jeongguk in the eyes, pressing his nails into the palm of his hands anxiously.
After what felt like hours but were merely a few seconds of silence, Jeongguk finally replied.
“Sure, I can do that. We can do that.”
Of course Jeongguk would reply with something like that.
Jimin pressed himself closer to Jeongguk, deepening the unexpected kiss. He just wanted to forget everything and stop putting all his pain under the microscope like he always did. Over the years, it’s what caused him the most damage. He just needed the world to finally be quiet for a moment.
The taller’s hands were placed on Jimin’s shoulders, in a fight with himself to push him or to keep him close, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t push Jimin away, not when he’d been missing him so much. He felt a tear roll down onto his face but couldn’t tell whose it was.
“J-min..” Jeongguk tried between the kiss but Jimin pressed his lips harder against Jeongguk’s. He was done talking, he needed to feel Jeongguk again.
It felt like a game of push and pull, neither of them wanting to pull away but still being hesitant. At least Jeongguk was. This wasn’t Jimin. This wasn’t how he usually was.
He didn’t just throw himself at Jeongguk like that. When Jimin did something, he thought about it at least a million times before. Jimin pushed Jeongguk back with him and pressed him against the door, their crotches pressed together painfully.
“Fuck—Jimin…” Jeongguk sighed into Jimin’s mouth, but Jimin was lost. He was lost in this desire, in this taste of the past and in this thrill of the denouement. But his mind was so foggy and so crowded. It felt like all these feelings were bottling up in his stomach and it made him feel sick.
He wasn’t about to throw up, was he? He abruptly pulled away from Jeongguk and bowed his head, both of their breathings frantic.
“Jeongguk…I’m—I think I’m gonna—“ Jimin held his hand over his mouth and something in Jeongguk clicked. He ran past Jimin and grabbed the trash can that laid next to the desk before running back to Jimin and holding it underneath him. As soon as Jimin saw it, his body let loose and he threw up everything inside him into the trash can, his weak body falling on his knees to the floor. Jimin leaned over the bucket, and sounds of retching filled the space. Jeongguk rubbed his back soothingly, trying to be as supportive as possible.
When everything was out, Jimin wiped his mouth and fell into Jeongguk’s side and they stayed like this for a moment.
“I’m so embarrassing…” Jimin said, his voice hoarse and quiet.
Jeongguk stroked his arm comfortingly. “No you’re not. It’s fine.”
“Why are you still here? You should leave. I bet your friends are waiting for you.” Jimin said, sitting up straight again. He didn't want to admit to Jeongguk how weak he was feeling right now and that every next move could cause him to pass out.
“Come here.” Jeongguk stood up and picked Jimin up with him, his body too weak to protest against any of it. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”
Jimin didn’t reply, his head falling against Jeongguk’s shoulder as he only managed to nod weakly. Jeongguk opened the door and looked outside, the music still loud and the people still there. He almost forgot that they were at a party, that’s how caught up he was with Jimin.
His little one.
He walked to the bathroom, lucky to find the line from before gone and the space empty. Jeongguk closed the door behind him and placed him on top of the counter, sitting him down.
“What are you doing?” Jimin managed to ask.
He watched Jeongguk wet a cloth with warm water before he stood in front of him again. “You don’t have to do that.” Jimin weakly protested but before he could stop him, Jeongguk wiped over Jimin’s mouth and his chin for him, cleaning up any leftover vomit.
Jimin cringed at the thought that Jeongguk watched him vomit into a bucket but he let the younger clean him up anyway, not being able to look him in the eye.
“Let me go get you some water. I’ll be right back.” Jeongguk said and left the bathroom before Jimin could say anything.
The cheerleader contemplated if he should just leave and save himself the embarrassment but he was too weak to stand up right now. He stayed seated and swayed his legs back and forth.
What were they even doing? Where was this going? Were they just going to continue arguing tonight? Would Jeongguk apologize to him? Were they going to reconcile?
Before Jimin could think more, the door opened again and Jeongguk stepped back into the bathroom, a bottle of water and a snack cake in his hand.
“Here, drink up.” He said, unscrewing the lid before he handed it to Jimin. He drank a bit, the taste of his own vomit too strong in his mouth though. He leaned over the sink and washed out his mouth before Jeongguk handed him the little cake. “You should eat something, your stomach’s probably empty right now.”
Jimin hesitated but took the plastic wrapped snack into his hands. He tried to open up the packaging but quickly noticed that he didn’t have the energy or strength to do that. Before he could use his teeth, Jeongguk took it out of his hands and opened it for him.
“Thanks…” Jimin said, taking a small bite. His eyes were glassy and his nose was red and runny. His hair probably looked like a mess and his eyeliner definitely smeared. He probably looked absolutely disgusting right now but Jeongguk’s eyes were focused on him.
The taller sat down on the closed toilet seat opposite from where Jimin was seated, watching closely as Jimin ate the whole cake. He swallowed the last of it and took another sip from the water bottle already feeling a lot better. They didn’t talk for a few moments as Jimin had eaten and sat there in silence, regaining his energy. He hopped down from where he was sitting next to the sink and turned around to look at himself in the mirror.
He was right, he looked absolutely horrific. His hair was nothing but a big mess, his eyeliner was smeared underneath his eyes, his nose and cheeks were flushed red and his eyes looked like he’d smoked weed the whole night.
He grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up the eyeliner first before roaming around the cabinets in search of some mouthwash to get rid of the remaining taste in his mouth.
He could feel Jeongguk’s eyes boring into his back while he was doing all this but he didn’t say anything. The silence was doing them good for a moment. At least they weren’t fighting again.
Jimin brushed his fingers through his hair one last time before turning around to look at Jeongguk again.
“You feeling better?” He asked, his eyes big with worry. Was he actually worried?
“I am. Thank you for helping me.” Jimin said, genuinely grateful.
Jeongguk shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me for that, little one.”
They looked at each other for a few seconds until Jimin broke down, the first tear rolling down his cheek. He couldn't control it or stop it. He bowed down his head, trying to hide from Jeongguk’s gaze.
“Jimin-ah…” Jeongguk said softly as he stood up and stepped closer to him. Jimin quickly wiped his eyes and sniffed. He felt Jeongguk’s hands caressing his arms tenderly but it didn’t feel good.
“Why…why did you leave me?” Jimin managed to breathe out, his hands trying to push Jeongguk away though unsuccessfully. “Jimin, let’s not do this now. You’re still sick.”
Jimin scoffed. “Why are you taking care of me if you aren’t even going to explain yourself or apologize to me? Why bother?” He said and he hadn't realized that Jeongguk stepped even closer than before, their faces close again.
And Jimin saw him. He saw the Jeongguk he so desperately missed. But he was not the same he used to be.
“I always cared for you.” He said suddenly, using his hand to brush away a strand of Jimin’s hair.
Jimin could only shake his head. He was in disbelief. “No you didn’t, Gguk.”
“Of course I did. I still do.” Jeongguk whispered. He leaned his forehead against Jimin’s searching for his warmth but Jimin couldn’t. He couldn’t let him lie again.
Jimin used all the strength he had and pushed Jeongguk away. “Don’t fucking lie to me. You’ve been lying to me for years, Jeongguk. I can’t fucking do this anymore. What the fuck do you want from me?!” Jimin tried to keep his voice down but he couldn’t.
He felt the anger from earlier coming up again, his body shaking with anxiety.
“I’m not lying to you! Jimin I—Hey! Stop!” Jeongguk called as Jimin walked past him and stepped out of the bathroom, stomping back to the bedroom again.
“Don’t walk away from me!” Jeongguk called over the loud music as he walked after Jimin.
He was about to close the door behind himself but Jeongguk managed to get in before he did.
“You tell me to not walk away from you when that’s all you’ve been doing! You fucking left me! When I needed you, you left me!” Jimin screamed, walking backwards to get as far away from Jeongguk as he could.
Jeongguk went through his hair. “Okay, Jimin, please. Let me explain, okay? I’m going to explain myself but you have to listen to me.”
Jimin scoffed and paced back and forth. “What are you going to explain?! That you’re a pathetic selfish asshole who only thinks about himself?! I already know that, so don’t fucking bother!”
“Fucking hell Jimin! Listen to me!” Jeongguk screamed, grabbing Jimin’s shoulders to make him look at him.
Jimin looked at Jeongguk again and froze.
“You’re…you’re crying Jeongguk.”
The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated Jimin's room as he hunched over his textbooks, engrossed in his studies. He was so focused on his upcoming exams that he didn’t have time to do anything else for weeks.
The quiet hum of the evening was broken by a gentle knock on the window. Jimin looked up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
He walked over and cautiously opened the window, only to be met with a sight that made his heart skip a beat. Jeongguk, standing on the other side, grinned sheepishly.
"Hey," Jeongguk said, his breath visible in the cool night air.
Jimin couldn't help but smile at the unexpected surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Jeongguk shrugged, his eyes holding a mixture of nervousness and affection. "I was passing by, and I thought I'd say hi. Missed you."
Jimin's heart fluttered at the sentiment. "Well, come in then."
Jeongguk climbed through the window, settling into the room with ease. They sat on Jimin's bed, and Jimin took some time to look at Jeongguk’s face. He was always scared he’d forget what he looked like if he didn’t see him for too long.
“You really should take a break from studying once in a while, you know? You’ll outsmart me if you keep this up.” Jeongguk teased, toying with Jimin’s soft fingers while Jimin was busy warming Jeongguk’s cold fingertips.
“That’s funny, the last time I checked I was the one who tutored you.” They chuckled together and Jimin had this warm feeling in his chest that he always had when Jeongguk was close to him.
“Your hair colour is washing out. Too bad, I liked the pink the most.” Jeongguk said as he played with a strand of Jimin’s hair.
Jimin blushed slightly. “Yeah? I think I’m going to dye it back to brown again soon.”
“It doesn’t matter. You look beautiful in any colour and you know it.” They smiled at each other and Jimin blushed deeper.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“You already said that.” Jimin teased.
The other shrugged cheekily. “Well, I‘ll say it again.”
Jeongguk leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips. “I missed this too…” He whispered before cupping Jimin’s cheek and deepening their kiss.
It didn’t take long for them to become hot and bothered. It wasn’t anything new. They’ve been like this for almost a year, ever since Jeongguk actually did it.
Jimin helped Jeongguk take off his jacket before they laid down on the bed, Jeongguk hovering over him while they continued lazily making out.
Jeongguk's hand found its way to Jimin's cheek again, his touch gentle and reassuring. The tender caress sent shivers down Jimin's spine, creating a delicate dance of anticipation and desire. Their eyes met, exchanging a silent understanding that transcended words.
As Jeongguk leaned in, the air seemed to thicken with the promise of intimacy. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a tender exploration of emotions that had long been building. Jimin's heart raced, and he could feel the warmth spreading in the pits of his stomach.
The room seemed to fade away as their embrace intensified, a delicate dance of lips and fingertips that spoke of a profound connection. Each touch, each kiss, was a brushstroke on the canvas of their shared emotions, creating a masterpiece of intimacy and closeness.
Soon Jimin knew he needed Jeongguk to do something. He was growing painfully hard at the continuous grinding against his cock.
“Gguk, please…I need you.” He whispered into the heat of Jeongguk’s mouth drunk on his scent.
“Shh little one. I got you,” He replied, lifting Jimin’s shirt up to trace his lines with his fingertips, the soft skin making Jeongguk want to waste no time.
As Jeongguk started kissing down Jimin's stomach and started toying with the waistband of his pants, Jimin couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness. Jeongguk's presence had this miraculously soothing effect on Jimin that whenever they spent time together like this he’d feel the need to never part from him.
Was this what love was? Was Jimin in love with Jeongguk?
He’s never been in love so he couldn’t tell, but he thought that if love was like they described it to be in the books and the movies, then it should feel exactly like this.
“Can I?” Jeongguk whispered before he lifted the waistband of Jimin's underwear and Jimin could only nod, out of breath.
“Please…” He breathed and Jeongguk kissed him again before he took Jimin's dick into his hand and started stroking it, slowly and steadily.
Jimin gasped, thinking, this is what heaven must feel like. Jeongguk’s big hands around his small cock, massaging the tip while simultaneously kissing and worshipping the rest of Jimin’s body.
This wasn’t what he expected after he asked Jeongguk to take his virginity, but who would’ve thought that they’d grow so much closer. Who would’ve thought that with every passing day their affection for each other would grow.
If someone would’ve told Jimin a few years or even months ago that he and Jeongguk would end up like this, he’d laugh in their face.
It’s only been about six months since they started going out but Jimin couldn’t imagine being apart from him anymore.
“Fuck Jeongguk more…please…” Jimin begged, moaning louder not caring about the volume of his voice. Jeongguk used his other hand to cover Jimin's mouth, while he kept stroking his length.
“You want your parents to come up here?” He asked teasingly with a smirk and Jimin quickly shook his head. “Be quiet, okay?” Jimin nodded vigorously and Jeongguk removed his hand to land another kiss on the smallest plump lips.
Jimin was getting closer, the knot in his stomach getting tighter and his body heating up and getting sweatier.
“Fuck Jeongguk I think I’m…I’m close keep going.”
Jeongguk didn’t need to be told twice. He stroked faster, his eyes never leaving Jimin's beautiful body beneath him. “God you’re so beautiful. Come for me baby.”
Jimin whined and with two, three, four more strokes he finally came all over Jeongguk’s hand, the taller catching every last drop to not dirty Jimin's clothes or his bed.
“Fuck…” Jimin breathed as he stayed on the bed while Jeongguk stood up to wash his hands in Jimin's bathroom.
In the quiet aftermath, with the soft glow of the lights casting a warm halo around Jimin, he pulls his pants back up and makes space for Jeongguk on the bed.
Jimin had to fight himself to not fall asleep. He still had to study a bit and he still wanted to spend more time with Jeongguk.
Jeongguk finally walked back into the room and Jimin smiled at him, his cheeks flushed. He grabbed his hand when he was finally close enough and pulled him to lay next to him. “Thank you.” Jimin said, giving Jeongguk a passionate, long kiss that spoke a lot more than words ever could.
Jeongguk pulled away and leaned their foreheads together. “You don’t have to thank me, little one.”
He stroked over Jimin's soft cheek before pinching the skin lightly, playing with the flesh.
“Stop, you always do this and then my face gets all red!” Jimin protested and they chuckled together.
Jimin had noticed that Jeongguk was quieter today. He wasn’t making as many comments as he usually would and he wasn’t initiating for them to keep going with the sex.
Maybe this was Jimin's moment to give something back to Jeongguk. He thought for a bit but quickly decided to just do it.
His hand slowly went lower, his palm touching Jeongguk’s chest and his stomach until he reached the waistband of Jeongguk’s boxers. It didn’t seem like Jeongguk had anything against the idea so Jimin dared to slowly move his hand past the waistband and into the boxers.
He thought he had it. He thought Jeongguk would be happy that Jimin was initiating something, but the other grabbed his wrist and stopped him quickly.
“Stop.” Jeongguk said, his eyes meeting Jimin’s.
They looked at each other for a bit and Jeongguk’s grip on Jimin's wrist got a bit tighter with every passing second.
“I—I wanted to return the favour…You don’t want me to?” Jimin asked before finally removing his hand for good and sitting up along with Jeongguk.
“I…Shit. I should go…” He suddenly said.
Something crashed inside of Jimin. Did he do something wrong? Had he said something to upset Jeongguk? Why did he want to leave so suddenly?
“W-what? Why? I thought you could stay for a while…I missed you.” Jimin said, taking Jeongguk’s hand into his.
“I can’t, I…I really need to leave.” He said again and Jimin gulped down the big lump in his throat, trying to hide his glassy eyes.
“Okay…” Jimin whispered as Jeongguk stood up from the bed and picked up his jacket that had fallen on the floor. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school then, right?” Jimin asked and Jeongguk didn’t turn around.
"Right…I'm sorry," He whispered one last time before pulling away, leaving Jimin's room and, in essence, leaving their relationship behind. The window was left ajar, the cold night air seeping in as Jimin sat there, heartbroken and trying to make sense of the sudden turn of events.
Jimin didn’t see Jeongguk at school the next day, nor the day after that or the day after the next day. He disappeared without a word. It was only when Jimin was coincidentally talking to his mother that she mentioned that the Jeons had moved away because of Jeongguk’s fathers work.
He tried calling him but there was only so much a broken heart could try to reach. He was back to being the lifeless, nerdy guy in school who nobody knew and liked.
The only thing he had left of Jeongguk were their memories.
But Jimin had promised himself one night while he was crying himself to sleep for the fifth time in a row that he would not, in a million years, forgive Jeongguk for what he had done to him.
“I’m so fucking sorry…you’re right, about everything…” He cried harder, pressing his palms into his eyes to apparently stop the tears from falling.
Jimin was frozen in place, unable to respond to Jeongguk’s sudden outburst of emotions.
“I should’ve told you—fuck! I should’ve just fucking told you, but I was scared! I was scared that he’d hit me again or that he’d kick me out and leave me on the fucking streets! I was just a kid!”
Jeongguk cried harder, his body shaking as he wiped his tears.
“What do you mean? What should’ve you told me?” Jimin managed to say, his voice surprisingly steady. He stayed in his place, his fingernails boring into the inside of his palms.
Jeongguk didn’t answer, he turned around as he hiccuped and threw his head back into his neck.
“Answer me! Fuck Jeongguk, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Jimin walked up to him before he hit Jeongguk's back. His fists were balled as he hit again, pushing against Jeongguk’s body while the other did nothing to stop him.
Jimin started crying again, all the emotions catching up with him. “You always do this! You make me think that I can trust you just to fucking hurt me again and again and again! I fucking h-hate you!”
Jimin’s voice broke as his punches got weaker and he slowly lost his strength again.
It was silent for a moment and Jimin had his eyes covered by his own hands, crying out what was left of his ache.
“It was my dad,” Jeongguk suddenly said, the sound of his voice hoarse. Jimin sniffed, his eyebrows knitting tighter in confusion.
“Wha—“
“He made me do it. He made me leave you. He…” Jeongguk gulped before turning around to face Jimin again. “He found out about you. He beat me up and threatened to cut me off if I didn't end it.”
Jeongguk took a deep breath and stepped closer to Jimin and Jimin remembered the time when Jeongguk came into his room in the middle of the night with bruises on his face. Jimin asked him what happened but Jeongguk said he got hurt during football practice.
“I should’ve told you. That night, I wanted to tell you…but, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell you and watch you trying to chase something that’s not worth chasing. You didn’t deserve that.”
Jimin breathed deeply, swallowing his upcoming tears. “You need to stop making decisions for me,”
“I wanted to spend that last moment with you without having to worry about what would happen next.” Jeongguk explained, shaking his head.
“Three years, Jeongguk. I have been suffering for three years. For three years I have woken up everyday asking myself if I was enough and if I was worthy of love. For three years I watched everyone around me move on with their lives while I was still stuck on the memories of us, because that’s all I had…” A hot tear rolled down Jimin’s cheek but he didn’t bother wiping it away anymore.
Jeongguk didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry. I’m…so sorry Jimin. I just wanted to be with you, I still do. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.” He confessed messily. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore, he just needed to get all his words out.
Jimin's eyes widened and he looked at Jeongguk in disbelief. “You want to be with me?”
“I only want to be with you. I never stopped loving you. Ever since I left, you were the only thing on my mind. Day after day, night after night. Being apart from you fucking broke me. I know that you’ve seen me with a lot of other people before but…none of that meant anything to me! I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that I liked guys and that, at the same time, I couldn’t be with you. ” He confessed again.
Jimin let the words sink in for a moment, trying to understand Jeongguk’s point of view.
“But…why? Why did you treat me that way then? Why did you make me hate you?” Jimin whispered. He couldn’t understand it. If what Jeongguk said was really true, then why did he treat Jimin like shit when he saw him again in college. Why didn’t he apologize to him so that they could’ve resolved this in the very beginning?
“I thought it’d be easier this way. I thought making you hate me would make it hurt less for you. My dad still doesn’t accept me dating guys but…Jimin, I love you. I can’t be away from you any longer. Please….” Jeongguk grabbed Jimin’s face, cupping his cheeks tenderly.
“I love you so much.” He whispered, stroking Jimin’s cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away the tears but Jimin couldn’t stop crying now.
“You’re…such a fucking asshole.” He cried harder, hiccuping at every word.
“I know. I’m sorry. I love you.” Jeongguk repeated. And Jimin was in disbelief.
“Stop saying that,” Jimin said, punching Jeongguk’s side.
“Saying what?”
“That you l-love me…”
Jeongguk smiled. “But it’s the truth.”
He tilted Jimin’s head up to make their eyes meet and felt this tingling comfort in the pit of his stomach. It felt like they were back in Jimin’s room, talking about their upcoming maths exam and how much Jeongguk needed his help to pass.
He slowly leaned closer, testing the waters, seeing if Jimin was okay with this. But Jimin's heart raced as Jeongguk's lips came closer, a delicate dance of warmth and longing. It started with a tender touch, soft and exploratory, as if Jeongguk was tracing the contours of a cherished piece of art. Jimin could feel the gentle pressure of Jeongguk's lips when he finally leaned close enough, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
As their lips touched and their kiss deepened, Jimin felt a magnetic pull, an intoxicating blend of desire and familiarity. Jeongguk's hands found their way to Jimin's waist, fingers delicately tracing patterns on the fabric of his shirt. The touch was possessive yet tender, a silent declaration of affection that spoke volumes without words.
His breath hitched when Jeongguk leaned away, his thumb lightly brushing against the soft skin of Jimin’s lips instead.
There was a shared breathlessness, a pause in time as the world outside ceased to exist. Jimin could feel the steady beat of his own heart, a rhythm synchronized with the ebb and flow of the intimate connection he shared with Jeongguk.
Jeongguk leaned in again, the kiss turning a lot more intense. Jeongguk's lips explored, leaving a trail of warmth on Jimin's skin, the touch felt like a secret language spoken between them. It conveyed unspoken emotions, a silent dialogue of passion and vulnerability. The sensation of being wanted, cherished, and known in that moment created a bubble around them, shielding them from the complexities of the outside world.
Jeongguk's touch became a symphony of sensations, his fingers threading through Jimin's hair, sending a cascade of sensations down Jimin's spine. Each touch felt like a promise, a commitment etched in the delicate caresses and lingering kisses. Jimin's senses were ablaze, every nerve ending attuned to the dance of intimacy unfolding between them.
In this moment, Jimin felt a profound connection, a bridge between two souls laid bare. It was more than physical; it was a merging of emotions, a union that transcended the mere act of touch. As they embraced, time seemed to stretch, allowing them to savor the beauty of each fleeting moment.
Jeongguk slowly started walking forward, guiding Jimin to lay down on the bed. Jimin kind of felt stupid for just trusting Jeongguk like this again, but this was his Jeongguk. This was the Jeongguk who’d act all cold and mysterious but was actually just someone searching for affection. This was the Jeongguk who helped Jimin feel comfortable in his skin and the first one to show him what being desired and genuinely liked felt like.
So Jimin kissed him harder and made Jeongguk hover over him on the bed. He wasn’t going to stop it this time. Though he was scared that Jeongguk could pack his bags again and leave any moment, he sank into the abyss of their shared intimacy.
Jeongguk’s hand slowly moved under Jimin’s shirt, his fingers getting dangerously close to his nipple, making Jimin whine into the kiss.
“Still loud like I remember…” Jeongguk whispered and Jimin whined harder when he pinched the sensitive nub.
Jeongguk started kissing Jimin’s cheeks and worked his way down to his neck until he reached his ear, slightly biting the lobe. “Fuck, I missed you so much…” He whispered, having an unexplainable urge of hunger. He felt like he needed to devour Jimin, that's how much he missed him.
“Please…Jeongguk I need you.” Jimin whined, his hands toying with Jeongguk’s shirt, in a silent plea to take it off.
Jeongguk sat up, pulling at his own shirt until he threw it beside the bed. Jimin took a deep, relieved breath at the beautiful sight of Jeongguk’s body. Since he’d joined the football team, Jimin had seen him shirtless a few times before when he’d take it off on the field or when he’d use his shirt to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, but this was different.
Jimin could tell how much more defined Jeongguk’s body had become compared to when he was eighteen. His abs were much more defined, such as his shoulders, his biceps and his triceps. It made Jimin’s dick twitch at the image of Jeongguk fucking him senseless.
He lifted his hands to trace the skin, his touch featherlight as he realized how real this moment was. Jeongguk leaned down again, kissing Jimin’s lips almost too tenderly. Jimin wasn’t really in the mood to be soft right now, he needed Jeongguk hard and rough. He needed to be cherished and worshipped in that way right now. He needed Jeongguk to make him cum so hard, he’d see stars.
Jimin used his strength to turn them around and sat on Jeongguk’s hips, pushing the other into the sheets.
“If you’re gonna fuck me, you have to do it right.” He whispered as he leaned down, his back arching. Jeongguk’s hands immediately found their way to Jimin’s waist again before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“You think I can’t fuck you right? I’ve done it before, I can do it again.” He said, slowly pulling Jimin’s shirt off of his slim body.
Jimin let Jeongguk take it off with ease before Jimin placed his palms flat on Jeongguk’s chest, supporting his own weight while he slowly but purposefully started grinding against the other's waist. He watched Jeongguk huff out a breath and hold back a moan, the sight making him feel a lot hotter.
“I need you to…fuck…need you to fuck me as hard as you can…please Gguk-ah…” Jimin said, completely lost in the feeling as he grinded harder, his dick slowly hardening and by the sight of it, Jeongguk was feeling similar. He was using his hands to guide Jimin’s hips back and forth against himself, the fabric of their jeans the only thing between them.
Jeongguk closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he thrusted upwards causing Jimin to elicit a loud, whined moan. In a constant fight of dominance, Jeongguk turned them around again in a quick motion, manhandling Jimin onto his stomach as he was immediately hit with the sight of Jimin’s back tattoo. The moon sequence tattooed from his neck down to the middle on his back. “Fuck…” He whispered, tracing it with his fingers. “When’d you get that?” He asked, lowering his head to kiss each moon before licking at Jimin’s neck.
“Twenty first birthday.” Jimin replied breathlessly, arching his back into Jeongguk’s crotch, fitting his ass in the curve almost perfectly.
“Hmm so fucking hot…” Jeongguk dryly thrusted against Jimin’s ass, his dick painfully hard in his jeans. He laid them on the side, Jeongguk’s hands unable to stop touching Jimin’s body, his curves and his soft skin. The scent of it was making Jeongguk insane when he started unbuckling Jimin’s pants, his other hand almost wrapped around Jimin’s neck while he kissed and licked over the skin.
Jimin helped Jeongguk take off his own pants and kicked them away, along with his underwear, laying completely bare next to a half dressed Jeongguk.
“Please Jeongguk…do something…” Jimin moaned while he guided Jeongguk’s hand to his hard erection. The other complied easily, wrapping his hand around the length as he gently squeezed it before slowly stroking him. Jimin arched his back even more, moaning like he’d never been touched before and Jeongguk wondered, wondered if Jimin had been with anyone else beside him.
At the thought his mind started racing. He couldn’t live with the fact that Jimin gets touched by anyone other than him. He pushed his clothed dick against Jimin’s bare ass and started biting the skin of his neck, trying to get a taste of Jimin’s heavenly scent.
Jimin sighed and whined louder. “Come on…get on with it already…” He said, the words sounding less like a plea but more like an order.
“I don’t remember you being this impatient.” Jeongguk smirked against his skin before harshly tugging on Jimin’s length again, and Jimin was convinced he’s gonna lose his mind.
“Please, please, please! G-guk…I need you, please,”
Jeongguk hummed, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder. “You can’t believe how fucking badly I missed this…”
Jimin grabbed the front of Jeongguk’s pants from behind himself and started fiddling with the button, silently begging for Jeongguk to finally take off his clothes. And he eventually did, undoing the button and unzipping them to throw them next to the rest of their clothes.
At the feeling of Jeongguk’s bare skin, Jimin wanted to cry. Jeongguk was already hard, his erection throbbing against the soft cheeks while he continued roaming his hands around Jimin’s bare body.
Jimin was about to ask Jeongguk what they would use for lubrication because, quite frankly, the widest Jimin has stretched was with Jeongguk three years ago and since then he hasn’t been with anyone, relying singularly on his small fingers. But before he could form the question, Jeongguk’s hand came in contact with Jimin’s mouth, his two fingers tapping his bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.
Jimin opened his mouth without thinking, sucking on Jeongguk’s fingers like his life depended on it. He twirled his tongue around the digits while holding them in place with his own hand, making sure Jeongguk wouldn’t leave him.
He was so painfully hard, the ache of his heart mixing with the tight tension while Jeongguk was watching him suck his fingers.
“Okay…that’s enough. C’mere,” Jeongguk whispered, slowly taking his fingers out of Jimin’s mouth, leaving behind a string of saliva that connected with Jimin’s lips. The other whined at the loss but was quickly surprised by a new pressure.
Jeongguk’s warm, soft and lubed up fingers started circling Jimin’s rim teasefully, the sensation causing his breath to hitch. He slowly pressed his fingers deeper into his hole and Jimin could only squeeze his eyes shut, ecstatic from the all too familiar pleasure.
Jeongguk’s fingers were sucked in quickly as if Jimin had been waiting to let him in again.
“A-ah, yes, Jeongguk-ah!” Jimin cried out as Jeongguk entered a third finger and pushed deeper, right against his prostate. Slowly, he kept rubbing against it firmly in a circle motion, driving Jimin wild.
It was too much, he was too overwhelmed by the feeling and was sure to come any moment now if Jeongguk was going to keep going with that,
“Stop, please, I'm gonna come if you don't stop,” The boy warned and moaned as he let go of his penis. Jeongguk didn't stop, but rubbed faster. “Jeongguk-ah!” Jimin cried out and he was so close, almost coming, but suddenly Jeongguk’s fingers were gone. Jimin's body was trembling, he was right at the edge. It felt like only one small touch would make him come.
Jeongguk pulled away from him and laid Jimin on his back. “Are you okay?” He asked as he watched Jimin’s pained expression from his denied orgasm.
“Please just…” His hands weakly grabbed Jeongguk’s arms in an attempt to pull him down. “I need you closer,” He whispered before he spread his legs, giving Jeongguk the space to sit in between.
Jimin placed one hand on Jeongguk’s nape, pulling him in to connect their lips in another deep kiss, holding all of their vulnerability in this closed space where no one could see them. Not Jeongguk’s father or anyone who is against their love.
Jeongguk pulled away slowly, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s. “I think I have a condom in my pants, wait.” He whispered before pushing himself off of the other and picking up his abandoned jeans.
Jimin laid there, controlling his breathing while Jeongguk roamed around in his pockets pulling out his wallet until he finally found the silver wrapped rubber. He turned his head back to Jimin, smiling at him softly.
It felt like back then. Like their first time.
“Are you sure it’ll fit?” Jimin had asked anxiously when he saw the size of Jeongguk’s penis.
His heart was pounding in his chest so hard that he could feel it in his fingertips. He watched as Jeongguk smirked, sat next to him on the bed while he was putting on a condom.
He couldn’t believe he was finally doing it. He was finally losing his virginity. His mind was blurry from all the making out they’ve been doing beforehand and from Jeongguk’s fingers that had opened up his hole really carefully, making sure not to hurt the boy.
He finally got onto the bed again, hovering over Jimin as he lifted his legs, exposing Jimin’s most private parts to him. The boy was blushing hard, not able to control his shyness.
“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry about that.” Jeongguk said before pressing a kiss on Jimin’s swollen lips.
Jimin gulped and scoffed embarrassed when Jeongguk sat up to align himself finally. “I’m gonna put it in. Let me know if it hurts, okay?”
Jimin took a deep breath and nodded.
“Need your words, baby.” Jeongguk spoke again.
“I’ll let you know.” Jimin said, his voice small as nervousness took the best of him.
He could feel the tip of Jeongguk’s dick pressing against his hole already, the slight pressure making Jimin gasp out all the air in his lungs. He gripped the sheets next to himself harder, unable to relax his body.
“Hey…you need to relax or else I won’t get it in..” Jeongguk said suddenly, his voice calm while he stroked over Jimin's knee affectionately.
Jimin's frantic breathing made his chest rise up and down quickly, unable to calm himself down.
“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ll…I’ll try to,” He squeezed his eyes shut, the words unable to get out of his mouth.
Jeongguk suddenly pulled away and Jimin got even more frantic. “N-no, wait I’ll—Let me just take a deep breath, okay? I can do this!”
Jeongguk took Jimin’s hand into his own. “Jimin, look at me.” He said suddenly and Jimin gulped harder, his throat dry.
He looked up to Jeongguk and let him guide him to sit up with again. Jimin thought this was it. Jeongguk was freaked out and he wouldn’t do it anymore. This was it.
“Take a deep breath for me please.” Jeongguk said as he looked Jimin deep into his eyes.
The smaller watched Jeongguk demonstrate it and copied after him. “In…and out. Yes…just like this.”
They repeated it a few times until Jimin was finally able to breathe normally again. “There you go. Now, do you think you can continue?” Jeongguk asked with a smile, still holding Jimin's hands.
Jimin was sure he wanted this. He needed to finally do this. It wasn’t up for debate. He was ready and he was going to lose his virginity today!
“Yes. Please I—I’m okay, please let's continue.” He pleaded and kissed Jeongguk again, their tongues colliding in a messy dance, so deeply needy for each other.
Jeongguk pulled away and laid down on his back, looking up at Jimin while he patted his lap signalizing the other to sit there.
Jimin compiled, slowly sitting his ass down on Jeongguk’s hips, the others dick hard against Jimin’s ass. “You can put it in yourself if you want. Go at your own pace, hm?” He said, his hands resting on Jimin’s perky thighs.
Jimin blushed, but nodded as jeongguk grabbed the lube and poured some of it over his penis to make sure it would be easier to enter Jimin.
“Okay, now whenever you’re ready.”
Taking a deep breath, he reached behind himself and wrapped his tiny hand around Jungkook's hard length as he lifted his hips, placing the head against his entrance.
“Take a deep breath for me” Jimin did and then he pushed the head inside carefully while simultaneously lowering his hips a bit.
He openend his mouth in a silent scream and squeezed his eyes shut as he was stretched by Jungkook's penis.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
The shorter boy whimpered as he kept lowering himself, taking his time to adjust with each part that entered him. Jeongguk grabbed his hips tighter the deeper he entered him, but he didn't rush the boy, let him set his own pace.
“Jimin, shit, you're so fucking tight around me” Jeongguk cursed and let his head fall back against the wall as Jimin finally sat back down on his lap, penis inside of him completely.
He felt a hand brush his hair out of his face, opening his eyes to stare right at Jeongguk who's pupils were dilated, yet there was not only lust but also fondness in his eyes. The taller male waited patiently for the older one to be ready.
“Good?”
The smaller boy hummed and gave a small nod.
“So good,”
Jeongguk entered him slowly, having spit on his own erection before to replace the missing lube. Their eyes locked and Jimin felt like he was nineteen again, laying in Jeongguk’s bed while they shared these moments, stuck in their own little world where no one could see or hurt them.
He moaned loudly, the stretch filling him up so well.
“Good?” Jeongguk whispered breathlessly as his whole length was buried deep inside of Jimin. The boy smiled at him and nodded, silently gasping from the pressure.
“Hmm, so good.” He moaned and Jeongguk leaned down to place a kiss on Jimin’s forehead. His biceps flexed next to Jimin’s head when he started moving slowly,
“I'll never get over how tight you are” Jeongguk growled as he pulled out, almost until he slipped out completely, only to thrust back inside of Jimin slowly but with force, resulting in Jimin to arch his back a little harder.
“Jeonggu-ah,” Jimin mewled and lifted his head to look into the other's eyes. They were full of desire, staring right back at him, “F-Feels so good”
Jeongguk smirked as he thrusted hard back inside of him, repeating the motion again and again, causing Jimin to move back and forth with each movement of his. He lifted Jimin’s legs and pressed them against his chest, opening him up even more.
Jimin couldn’t believe how much better Jeongguk got at this. Not that he’d ever been bad, it just didn't feel like this before. He sank deeper into this heavenly feeling, crying out when Jeongguk thrusted against his prostate straight on.
“Oh God!” Jimin cried out, his fingernails digging deeper into the sheets as his knuckles turned white. The taller sat up, ramming his dick into Jimin continuously, his rhythm relentlessly as Jimin moaned louder, doubting if he wouldn’t be heard from outside and over the music. But he didn’t care about any of that. He was so lost in the feeling of having Jeongguk so deep inside him, all his worries washed away.
“Fuck…so good Jimin. You’re so good.” Jeongguk moaned as he watched Jimin bite into his lower lip. He slowed down a bit before going faster again and Jimin was losing his mind; he could only think about Jeongguk. About his arms, about his body, about his smile and his beautiful eyes, about how he was fucking him so well.
The taller’s hand moved away from Jimin’s leg and started toying with his nipple slightly before he sank down and started sucking on it. Jimin gasped loudly and gripped Jeongguk’s hair. “Shit! Jeongg—I’m so…I’m close! Don’t stop, please!”
“Yeah? Am I fucking you like you wanted me to? As hard as I can? Can you even take it?” Jeongguk said after abusing Jimin’s nipple and the boy cried harder, a warm tear rolling down his blushed cheeks.
“Ahh!” Jeongguk thrusted more frantically, the sound of their skin slapping filling the room. He was thrusting right against Jimin’s prostate now, his pace inhumane.
“Come for me.” Jeongguk whispered against Jimin’s lips and the older gasped.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt his orgasm hit him hard, the feeling overwhelming him and bursting inside of him, filling him wholly. His whole body was trembling violently due to the sensation, cum spurting out of his penis between them, making a mess over both of them.
“Fuck, Jimin-ah, you feel so good around me.” jeongguk cursed and kept thrusting inside of him, prolonging Jimin's orgasm, causing wave after wave of the overwhelming feeling to hit him. Jimin collapsed against the bed, body going slack and breathing heavily.
Jeongguk stopped for a minute, taking a deep breath to let Jimin calm down. He was worried he’d hurt the boy but Jimin whined when Jeongguk stopped moving.
“K-keep going,” He whispered while slowly opening his eyes to look at the taller.
Jeongguk hummed before he sat up, carrying Jimin with him so the elder sat right on his cock. The smaller took hold of Jeongguk’s neck for support and hovered over him before they shared another hot kiss as the air around them got warmer.
Jimin continued kissing him while slowly moving his hips up and down, the other moaning deeply into Jimin’s mouth.
The boy started bouncing on Jeongguk’s cock vigorously, leading him closer and closer to his orgasm, his penis screaming for a release.
“Fuck, just like that. You’re doing so good.” The taller mewled, his hands on Jimin’s ass guiding him up and down as the sound of skin slapping filled the air again.
“Jeonggukie…a-re you close?” Jimin asked, unable to keep his hands off Jeongguk’s body and his hair, pulling harshly on the strands.
They moaned together at one particular harsh thrust from Jimin. Jeongguk hummed and buried his head into Jimin’s shoulder, “Yeah…don’t stop little one,”
He sucked on the soft skin on Jimin’s shoulder until there was a dark, purple bruise. He could feel the orgasm building up quickly after so he held onto Jimin’s waist and thrusted upwards harshly a few more times until he came, finally filling the condom while twirling his tongue with Jimin’s. They lazily made out like this, both exhausted from their orgasms and overwhelmed from the feeling, but none of it mattered.
Jimin breathed into the kiss, tiredness taking over his body. Jeongguk continued kissing down his chin and his neck, not getting enough of Jimin’s heavenly scent.
The smaller stayed seated on Jeongguk’s softening dick while they kissed, the feeling of being filled being too good to get up. He was pulled out of his little bubble when Jeongguk pulled away, landing one last kiss on Jimin’s bitten and swollen lips before he laid him back down on the bed and pulled out slowly.
Jimin didn’t want to, but he whined when emptiness came crashing down on him. He watched Jeongguk remove the condom and use a towel that was laid in the room to clean up the cum on himself and on Jimin.
“You feeling okay?” He asked when he noticed Jimin's glassy eyes.
“Feel empty,” Jimin whispered, taking hold of Jeongguk’s wrist to stop him from leaving.
The taller smiled at him tenderly before throwing the towel on the floor and laying back next to Jimin. “I’m not going anywhere,”
He pulled him closer, pulling the boy to lay against his chest while they tangled their legs together, covered by the sheets of the bed.
They stayed in the silence of the moment for a little, unable to realize that this was, indeed, real. Jimin inhaled Jeongguk’s scent, burying his face deeper into his chest while planting soft kisses on it here and there. He leaned away just slightly, his gaze shifting towards Jeongguk’s left shoulder. The scar was still there, right where he remembered it.
It was a scar Jimin always used to trace with his fingers when they were together, so he again, raised his hand and stoked over it, his touch feather light.
The taller smiled at the action and placed a kiss on Jimin’s blond hair. He knew they still had to talk, there were too many things unsaid yet, but this moment was too precious. This feeling of belonging was too important to ruin right now.
“Jeonggukie?” Jimin whispered after a long period of silence where Jeongguk thought he had fallen asleep.
He hummed, slightly moving his chest away from Jimin’s face to look at him.
“Do you still cry when you watch ‘The Notebook’?” He asked, his face serious although Jeongguk was expecting an amused expression.
He shook his head slightly, imprinting Jimin’s features in his mind. “I haven’t watched it since I left.” He whispered and Jimin nodded, before burying his face back into Jeongguk’s warm chest.
Wrapped up in this moment with Jeongguk felt like coming home after a long journey, like finding solace in the midst of chaos. He never realized how much he had actually craved this, blinded by the hatred.
“Jeonggukie?” He whispered again after a while.
The taller hummed again.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your dad?” Jimin asked softly, this time not lifting his head.
Jeongguk sighed at the question. He knew it was coming. “I didn’t want you to know,”
“Why?”
“Because…I knew that you’d do anything to change it. I couldn't do that to you.” Jeongguk said before planting a kiss on Jimin’s hair.
Jimin slowly leaned away to look at Jeongguk again. “You could’ve told me and we could’ve gone through this together. We…” He gulped down the lump in his throat as he stroked over Jeongguk’s bare back. “We could’ve done this together.”
Jeongguk smiled at him and brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into his face. “You’re right. I guess…hating you was the only way it didn't hurt,”
Jimin nodded, lost in his thoughts. He shifted his gaze back to Jeongguk’s face, finding the one he’d fallen in love with so sincerely back then.
“You know, you look really hot in your cheer outfit…” Jeongguk suddenly said, his fingers playing with Jimin's blond locks and Jimin could only blush.
Jeongguk leaned down to plant a kiss on Jimin’s lips, slowly and deeply their lips connected, holding all their vulnerability. “Hey, do you wanna get out of here?” Jimin whispered into the kiss, suddenly the sound of the music and the people in the house made him want to be in a silent space with Jeongguk. He wanted to have him to himself, knowing that no one could take him away from him.
“Where do you wanna go? It’s…” Jeongguk turned around to look at the clock that hung on the wall. “almost 1 am” He said, surprised that so much time has already gone by.
Jimin hummed, “Let’s go to han river,” he suggested, watching the smile on Jeongguk’s face get wider.
“It’s probably gonna be cold there right now. You don’t like when it’s cold.”
“You like it, though.”
They got dressed and walked downstairs. “Wait here let me grab something.” Jeongguk said and Jimin nodded. He hesitated at first, past trauma causing him to doubt Jeongguk. What if he wasn’t coming back? What if this was a way to trick Jimin into trusting him and then leaving him all over again?
This building anxiety inside of Jimin made his heart race but before he could walk after Jeongguk and see if there was any truth to his doubts, he saw the quarterback walking towards him again.
“You ready?” He asked with a bright smile, a bottle of soju and a bag of chips in his hands. Jimin exhaled a deep breath of relief and smiled back at him. “Yeah, let’s go.”
As they made their way out of the crowded house, the cool night air hit them, making Jimin shiver slightly. Jeongguk instinctively wrapped his arm around Jimin, pulling him closer. Together, they walked towards the han river, the city lights shimmering in the distance.
The blond felt like a teenager, skipping classes to spend time with his boyfriend again. It all felt so familiar, so comfortable.
“Did you ever think about what would’ve happened if you would’ve told me?” Jimin asked him while they walked. He didn’t know how long the walk was going to be but Jeongguk seemed to know where to go.
The taller took a deep breath of the cold air. “I still would’ve moved away,” Jimin looked up at him, waiting for him to explain.
“my dad decided that we were going to move before he found out that we were dating. He got this new job and forced me and mom to go with him. I guess, you were just another reason for him to actually do it.”
Jimin hummed, understanding the situation a bit better now. Everything that happened, happened because Jeongguk wanted Jimin to feel less pain. He knew that if the reason for their breakup would’ve been Jeongguk’s father, Jimin’s heartbreak would’ve been a lot worse.
“Did you approach me tonight to resolve it all?”
Jeongguk didn’t say anything for a minute, thinking about what to answer.
“No…” He sighed. “I wanted to see you and talk to you again. I—Actually I wanted just any reason to be close to you.” He removed his hand from Jimin’s shoulder and intertwined their fingers.
“So you wanted to get me into bed and leave me again?” Jimin asked. He wasn’t going to judge Jeongguk for this kind of thinking. It made sense. People do stupid things when they’re in love.
“No! I mean…I just wanted to be close to you again and then you—ugh I don’t know I just—I’m stupid.”
“It’s okay. I provoked you. I feel like that made things worse but…I wanted to feel you closer too.”
Jeongguk squeezed Jimin’s hand as they continued walking, bumping into each other once on a while.
Once they reached the riverbank, they found a quiet spot, away from the bustling city. Sitting side by side, they shared a comfortable silence, the sounds of the flowing river providing a soothing backdrop.
Jimin leaned against Jeongguk, feeling the warmth of his presence. "You know," he began, breaking the silence, "before you left, I had planned to tell you that I was in love with you."
Jeongguk’s eyes widened, turning his head to Jimin. “You did?”
“Yeah. God I was so in love with you. I think I would’ve given up everything for you.” Jimin smiled at the memory of his feelings back then.
“And now?” Jeongguk asked hesitantly.
“Now?” He looked at Jeongguk for a few seconds. “I still am. I don’t think I ever stopped.”
They shared a kiss, as soft as they could be in public before pulling away and leaning their foreheads together. “Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin whispered and Jeongguk hummed.
“You can never do this to me again. You can never leave me like this again without telling me.”
“I won’t.”
“You have to promise me,” Jimin insisted, lifting his pinky into the air, waiting for the other to seal the promise. “promise me that you will always stay with me.”
“I promise.” Jeongguk said without a doubt in his voice as he tangled their pinkies together and touched their thumbs against each other to seal the promise completely.
The two of them exchanged glances, a mixture of nostalgia and warmth in their eyes. Jimin broke the silence again, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Remember when we used to come here all the time?" he said, his voice carrying a hint of sentimentality.
Jeongguk nodded, his gaze fixed on the river. "Yeah, those were some good times."
Jimin chuckled, "Good times? They were amazing times. We'd sit here for hours, just talking about everything and nothing."
Jeongguk's eyes sparkled with memories. "And we'd bring snacks, play our favorite songs, and lose track of time."
"Remember that time we tried to skip stones but failed miserably?"
Jeongguk chuckled, "Oh, don't remind me. You threw yours backward, and it hit my toe."
Jimin burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the quiet night.
“It turned blue and stayed like that for a week!“
"Just because you’re good at everything doesn’t mean everyone has to be."
“I’m not good at everything.” Jeongguk argued, rolling his eyes before he took a sip from the soju bottle.
Jimin calmed down from his laughter and leaned back on Jeongguk’s shoulder, cuddling closer to him as he tried to find warmth again. The taller hugged him, the gestures so natural to them.
Silence took over again and Jimin couldn’t resist thinking about “What now?”. What’s going to happen now? What were they going to do now? Would they secretly date? Would they publicly date and risk Jeongguk losing his family and a home? Jimin wouldn't hesitate to tell Jeongguk to live with him. He was scared for him.
He wanted to be with Jeongguk and he couldn't imagine them parting again after finding out the truth. He wasn’t going to lose Jeongguk again.
“What are we going to do now?” Jeongguk suddenly whispered into the cold night. It was like he could read Jimin’s thoughts.
Jimin closed his eyes and leaned his head back against Jeongguk’s shoulder before he looked up at the sky, watching the bright stars.
He sighed deeply.
“What if we just run away together? Not tell anyone where we’re going, just the two of us?”
“That sounds nice.”
Jeongguk straightened up and leaned away from Jimin to look at him for a moment. He cleared his throat with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Park Jimin, may you do me the honour and allow me to consensually kidnap you?” He jokingly asked and held out his hand for Jimin to accept and take it.
Jimin bursted into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god! Nooo!” He dramatically called out and stood up to run away from him.
He heard Jeongguk’s footsteps following him and ran faster, trying to calm down his laughter but just when he was about to maneuver his way out of Jeongguk’s grasp, the taller grabbed his waist and pulled him closer as he threw him over his shoulder, the sound of their laughter filling the quiet air of the cold night.