A smile is plastered on his lips when he wakes up, face buried in a dirty jersey, dried up cum on his shirt.
He barely even got to sleeping, Jeongguk’s blowjob put him in some sort of horny daze, he must have fucked his hand at least 4 more times before finally calling it a night.
And yet he feels brand new as he gets out of bed, the curl on his lips unbreakable. The sun is shining through the windows, birds are whistling, and yesterday Jeongguk finally gave him head.
Life is so good.
After a shower, he makes it downstairs with a spring in his step. Taehyung and Hoseok are already having their morning coffee.
He’s too giddy to notice the silence, only realises when he sits down with his own coffee, and finds both of them staring right at him.
“What?”
He asks.
Hoseok taps his fingers on the table, small nervous smile on his lips, then he tilts his head.
“How was your date with Si-hun yesterday?”
Oh. They know.
Hoseok is terrible at acting, even from above the table Jimin can tell he’s bouncing his leg.
Taehyung is better at it; he has that calm, intense stare.
Jimin huffs out a breath, brushes his hair back.
“You’ve found out, huh?”
He just gives up.
Hoseok snickers then, relaxes now that he doesn’t have to act anymore.
“Well, when we met Si-hun yesterday, we kind of figured you were not on a date with him.”
“Ah..” He clicks his tongue. “Should have used a better excuse.”
“Why would you need one? You don’t have to pretend to date him for us.”
Taehyung snorts.
“No I know.” He averts his gaze at the table. “I wanted to give it a try, but he’s just.. not my type.”
And he doesn’t have a working dick.
“You were fucking like animals a month ago though, what happened?”
Hoseok asks.
Taehyung turns towards Hoseok, blinks a few times.
“Obviously that wasn’t Si-hun. It’s probably the guy he’s hiding from us.”
“I’m not hiding anyone.” He lies, chuckles softly. “I just felt bad for not being into the guy you introduced me to, so.”
He steers the conversation in another direction. If Taehyung or Hoseok were to find out he’s been fucking that one straight homophobic guy from his team that crashed their house party, they might not be so happy.
Luckily, Hoseok takes the bait, frowns when he glances at him.
“So, wait, you and Si-hun never..?”
“Si-hun has erectile dysfunction.”
It’s almost completely similar to his own reaction; how both Taehyung and Hoseok stare at him, eyes slowly widening, lips parting.
A collective “oh”
Yeah.
He takes a sip of his coffee in silence.
“But he’s a great guy, it’s just, I’m really sexually active so..”
Neither Hoseok nor Taehyung reply for a solid few seconds.
“But wait, isn’t Si-hun picking you up today?” Hoseok asks then. “Haven’t you already broken up?”
“Nope, that’s on my to-do list for today.”
Unlike Si-hun.
“So who were you with yesterday then?”
Shit.
Worse than Hoseok’s curious gaze is Taehyung’s intense stare, his all-knowing eyes.
He just gives another inconspicuous laugh, a shrug. So nonchalant.
“Just some guy.”
Lucky for him, the familiar sound of Si-hun’s car’s claxon sounds from outside, saves him from the interrogation.
“Well, that’s my ride.” He gets up, grabs his bag, waves goodbye rather quickly. “Gotta go.”
“Don’t break up in the car,” Hoseok says. “just to be safe.”
“Yeah of course.”
“And introduce us to the other guy.” Taehyung adds, with that small, knowing smile. “Tell him we don’t bite.”
Fuck.
He loses his composure just a bit, and Taehyung’s eyes sharpen like he’s trained to see his weaknesses.
Damn it.
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Next time, maybe.”
He doesn’t look back to see what face Taehyung makes as he steps out the door. Maybe he should take Jeongguk somewhere else next time just to be safe, a hotel might be better, or maybe Jeongguk’s fraternity… yeah no.
He bites on his tongue, glances over at Si-hun, who’s waiting in his car, waving him over.
Ah..
First things first.
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Breaking up is sadly the most fun he’s ever had with Si-hun.
The park is pretty much empty, so no one gives them any weird looks when Si-hun raises his voice.
“I knew this was going to happen, you learned about my ED and you’re running off.”
“Well, the timing is kind of bad yeah, I admit, but we have never really clicked.”
“Oh right, suddenly we don’t click.” Si-hun huffs, crosses his arms. “We’ve been going out for a good while now, how come you’ve never mentioned that before?”
See, it is pretty fun to see him get worked up. The only other time he’s seen him upset was in the car when he was jealous of Jeongguk, but this might be even better.
Sue him, months of boring conversations and polite exchanges just don’t do it for him.
“Well, you’ve been really good to me, you’re a great guy, but there’s just never been a spark.”
“If there was no spark from the start then why would you keep seeing me?”
“I wanted to give it a chance. I thought maybe the spark would develop you know, that it would come gradually—“
“Oh sure, it’s all so convenient, breaking up the second I tell you I have ED.”
“I was going to break up with you like a month ago, before I knew this—“
“Sure.”
Si-hun cuts him off, clicks his tongue.
And god, he can’t help it.
“I cheated on you.” He says, partially to come clean, partially to make a point. “Before I knew.”
Si-hun’s eyes widen.
It’s a dick move, but they haven’t even been together for that long, and he just really needs Si-hun to get this.
“Your ED would not have been a problem if you were but the tiniest bit attracted to me.“ He says. “Apart from a kiss, you have never even attempted to touch me, you have never made me feel desired, you have never craved me.”
Si-hun looks at him, from one eye to the other, then averts his gaze, swallows.
“So you cheated?“
“Yes.” He slips his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry.”
“Was it number 97?”
Si-hun looks up now, jaw tense.
Huh, he looks kind of good like that.
“It wasn’t anyone you know.”
He lies. For Jeongguk’s sake.
And it doesn’t really matter anyway. Si-hun completely ignored the other point of what he just said, focuses solely on him cheating. Which, fine, he gets it, it’s never great to be cheated on, but that doesn’t erase the fact that Si-hun isn’t attracted to him in the slightest.
Si-hun shakes his head then, sighs.
“You know, your friends told me you were a great person, but you’re a dick, Jimin.”
Well..
He’s heard that before.
Though he doesn’t feel all too upset. Si-hun has never been into him, so this break-up can’t be that significant. They weren’t together for that long either, it’s just that the timing is bad.
Maybe he’s heartless?
He’s never been too good at breakups, always got called a dick one way or another.
And yeah, cheating is bad, but they have never even put a label on it, he’s just been calling Si-hun his boyfriend for lack of a better word, but really they never even got to that conversation of “what are we”
“I’m obliged to ask if you need a ride home, but I’d rather you take a bus.”
Si-hun says then.
Jimin almost cracks a smile. This is the Si-hun he knows; the correct attitude, always proper.
“It’s okay, I’ll take a bus.” He contemplates if he should say more or just shut up, but as this is probably the last time he’ll ever see Si-hun, he just goes for it. “I hope you find someone you actually like.”
Si-hun’s expression changes, it hardens a little, then he just curses under his breath, clicks his tongue and turns around.
That’s probably the most emotion he’s seen on him in their two ish month time together.
Jimin stares at Si-hun’s back as he walks off, then takes a deep breath, sits down on a park bench.
How many breakups has he had? This must have been his tenth or something.
This is why he doesn’t date in the first place.
Sex is easier.
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Jeongguk’s intense stare from across the field, he knows exactly how to deal with that. This is the first day they’re officially fuckbuddies, and they’re definitely celebrating.
Though Jeongguk usually keeps his distance during training, today he’s different. Perhaps he’s also eager to celebrate their one day anniversary.
In the time-out, Jeongguk sits down next to him on the bench at the sideline of the field, spreads his legs wide enough so that their thighs press together.
It’s a touch that looks completely normal to anyone else, more teammates join them on the bench, their thighs touch in the same manner, but it’s different. Jeongguk’s touch is always deliberate, it’s warm, and it sends a little tingle through his lower abdomen.
He glances over, takes in the way Jeongguk drinks from his water bottle, his eyes closed, black hair messy, sun-kissed face a little sweaty, neck glistening with it.
His throat runs dry.
A little taste before they hit the showers.. that would be perfect.
Jeongguk slowly brings the water bottle back down, catches his stare. His intense, dark brown eyes scan over his face, and then drag down to his lips.
Mmh.. seems like he’s not the only one fantasising.
A thrill runs down his spine, small smirk pulls on his lips.
Jeongguk’s eyes dart back up, and then he pokes his tongue in his cheek, not in a way he did before, this time it’s deliberate, the way he quirks a brow after, points at himself.
Oh.
he’s asking for a blowjob.
The tongue-in-cheek thing, he’s mimicking what it looks like when a dick pushes against it.
Fuck, he’s bold.
It’s so fucking hot.
He gives a barely notable nod. Must admit he likes having Jeongguk’s dick in his mouth, it’s been too long, he’s kind of missed it.
Something glazes over in Jeongguk’s eyes, he licks his lips like he can barely wait.
Jimin almost chuckles, averts his gaze with a smirk still on his lips. Being desired like this, so out in the open, it’s always done something for him.
Jeongguk’s hand wraps around his thigh then, grip tight as he pushes himself to stand up. It leaves as quickly as it came, but Jimin still feels the warmth of it lingering on his skin.
To others it probably doesn’t look like anything, Jeongguk just leaned on him to stand up, no big deal.
To him, it feels like a “can’t wait”
He takes a few large sips of his water, has a difficult time tearing his eyes off Jeongguk the rest of the training.
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It feels like a lifetime when their last teammate finally leaves the showers.
Normally he’s the one to approach Jeongguk, but as soon as their teammate is out of sight, Jeongguk makes a beeline towards him, dark eyes hungry.
One of those rough hands fists in his hair, and Jeongguk leans in closer, tilts his head as if going in for a kiss.
Jimin tilts his head the other way, parts his lips, anticipates it, but Jeongguk pulls back last second.
“On your knees.” Jeongguk nods to the floor.
Jimin blinks.
No kiss then..
That’s fine, he doesn’t need it. He’s been waiting for this just as much.
He sinks to his knees even though their teammates are still right outside, anyone could pop their head around the corner. Jeongguk is usually more jumpy about it but today, he guides him down by his hair, curls his hand around his already hard cock and approaches his lips.
Sadly, they’ve already showered. It would have been hotter if he could have had a little taste of sweat on his tongue, but fine, he won’t complain. Jeongguk’s dick is even prettier than he remembers, and it tastes good when it’s clean too.
A soft moan slips from his mouth the second the head of Jeongguk’s cock pushes past his lips. Jeongguk’s moan is louder though— a bit too loud, Jimin slaps his thigh.
“I know I know.” Jeongguk whispers, tugs sharply on his hair. “Suck me off.”
“Mm—“
He glares up at Jeongguk, but he’s just met by a cocky grin, and then his mouth gets stuffed to the brim, until he gags on it.
Asshole.
He takes his mouth off to breathe, but Jeongguk just taps his dick against his lips, pulls on his hair harder, impatient.
And fine, if he wants it fast and messy, Jimin is no stranger to that either. They’ve been in this exact position many times before, and he still knows all Jeongguk’s weaknesses.
Jeongguk might not even be aware of them, but Jimin has picked up on them that one month where he was basically his cum dumpster.
For one, Jeongguk loves eye contact, each time he lifts his gaze and looks into his eyes he moans and tilts his head back for a second, sucks in a sharp breath.
Secondly, he’s sensitive near the underside of the head of his cock, whenever he rubs his tongue a little harder against that spot, Jeongguk’s hips stagger, and he thrusts into his mouth harder.
Thirdly, Jeongguk loves his balls being played with, each time Jimin caresses over them, massages them, or gently tugs them, a sound that nears a whimper slips past Jeongguk’s lips.
Then, there’s praise.
Whenever he slips his mouth off and breathes out something like “tastes so good” or “such a pretty cock” Jeongguk’s cheeks turn an ever deeper shade of pink, and he bites his lower lip hard.
Lastly, there’s also this.
When he slides his hand down between his own legs, curls it around his cock, Jeongguk can’t help but stare.
And it’s not just the stare; his lips part, his eyelids sink, and he gasps each time Jimin rubs his thumb in the slit.
No matter how much Jeongguk pretends to hate it, he can’t tear his eyes off, almost like he needs him to come even more than he wants to reach his own climax.
But eventually, Jeongguk can’t hold back anymore. His hips stutter, his cock twitches in Jimin’s mouth, and he throws his head back, bites down hard on his lower lip when he comes.
God.. it’s delicious.
Not just the sight, Jeongguk’s cum on his tongue, he missed it. That warm, strong taste as he swallows.
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No one compares to Jimin.
He’s come to that conclusion time and time again whenever Jimin’s mouth wraps around him like this, whenever he swallows his cum like it tastes divine.
Fuck, he’s completely dazed, leans against the shower wall.
Jimin gets back up, positions one of his arms right above his head against the wall, blonde hair still wet, pushed back, siren eyes glazed over.
He looks.. hot.
“Your turn.”
Jimin says.
He blinks, glances down at Jimin’s dick once, still hard, standing up straight against his toned stomach.
He lifts his gaze back up.
“What?”
Aren’t they done? He already came.
Jimin quirks a brow, nods down at his dick.
“What?” Jeongguk presses. “I asked you for a blowjob, not the other way around.”
Jimin’s eyes sharpen now, a soft huff of breath leaves his lips.
“What part of fuckbuddies do you not get, Jeon?”
He clenches his jaw, heartbeat picks up steadily.
“What? I’m not sucking you off—“
“You don’t have to suck me off, you have to make me come, that’s what the buddies means, they help each other out.”
Fuck.
He bites on the inside of his cheek, kind of knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to the deal, but he thought it would mostly be Jimin on his knees for him.
“If you don’t hold up your end of the deal consider the whole thing canceled.”
“Okay okay— fuck, don’t get all worked up.” He presses a hand against Jimin’s chest, runs his eyes down his body, from his ribcage tattoo to his hip tattoo, to his hard cock. “I’ll do it.”
He regrets it as soon as it leaves his lips, cause— how? He only jerked Jimin off once, and even then it wasn’t like he was any good at it. But he doesn’t have much of choice, he’s not sucking Jimin off again, and he’s absolutely not going to let him top, so.
He swallows, slides his hand down Jimin’s body, over all those hard muscles, curls his fingers tentatively around Jimin’s cock. Still feels strange. it’s so hard, so warm, and it twitches against his palm.
It’s strange but not bad, per se. He’s got a dick too, so it’s not like he’s completely clueless, he knows how to build up a pace, it’s just this that he doesn’t know how to deal with; the sight in front of him.
Jimin’s eyes lose focus, eyelids flutter shut, a soft moan slips from his plush slightly swollen lips.
God.. those lips.
He made a pact with himself: no more kissing. Kissing makes him weak. Each time he kisses Jimin he gets all.. weird. But he stares at them when he moves his hand up and down Jimin’s length, can’t tear his eyes off actually— it’s bad.
It’s worse when Jimin bucks his hips up, fucks into the tight hole he makes with his fingers, drags it against his palm, rolls his hips so smoothly.
Heat licks up his face as he darts his eyes down, catches the way Jimin moves, so graceful, so controlled— no wonder he’s a good top.
Jeongguk deletes that thought from his brain, tears his eyes away.
“Your boyfriend never do this or something?”
He asks, cause Jimin is way too into this mediocre handjob he’s giving.
Jimin blinks, peers at him through his wet lashes, corner of his mouth curls up.
“Are you worried I’m not getting it at home?”
“Not worried.” He slows down his pace a little bit, twists his hand a little more like he usually does to himself when he gets off. “Just curious.”
“Mmh.” Jimin leans in a little closer, until his lips align with his ear. “Always so curious about my boyfriend.”
Jeongguk shudders.
“Curious why you’re dating someone who isn’t fucking you.”
“Oh he’s fucking me, alright.” Jimin chuckles breathily, moans softly against his ear. “Why do you care, hm?”
He pokes his tongue in his cheek, tightens his grip around Jimin’s cock.
“Why did you agree to be fuckbuddies then?”
If Jimin was actually getting laid, there’d be no need for any of this. Last time he talked to that prick he didn’t even know about Jimin’s tattoos, there’s no way that suddenly changed.
“Mmh..” Jimin’s hands curls around the back of his neck, and his warm lips press against that spot right under his ear as he mumbles “..maybe I like your dick better.”
Oh..
A rush of arousal licks down his spine, his mouth waters almost instantly.
“Yeah?”
He breathes out, moves his hand a little faster around Jimin’s cock, feels up his entire length, the girth of it, how slick it’s gotten.
“Ngh fuck Jeon—“ Jimin moans, fists his hand in the hairs at the nape of his neck. “That’s it.”
“Fuck..”
He sucks in a sharp breath, hates that the praise makes him want to do even better, makes him want to do even more.
He darts his gaze down, finds Jimin’s chest, his dark brown nipples, water droplets from the shower dribbling over them.
Maybe he could return the favour.. for that one night where Jimin kept playing with his.
He swallows, brings his other hand up a little hesitantly, rubs a thumb over one of his nipples.
“Ah! Fuck—“ Jimin jolts, looks down at his chest, then blinks up at him. “Warn me next time.”
“Sorry— thought you liked this stuff.”
He moves his hand away, but Jimin catches his wrist, brings it back to his chest. It’s warm under his hand, he can even feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against his fingers.
“Don’t stop.”
Jimin rasps, siren eyes staring him down, features even sharper when his hair is pushed back like this.
He licks his lips, accidentally stares at Jimin’s mouth for a second too long, then averts his faze to his chest. It shouldn’t do anything for him, a guy’s chest, and yet, the slope of Jimin’s pecs are attractive, and the way his nipple stiffens under his thumb makes his throat run dry.
“Mmh..” Jimin’s eyes slowly shut as he nods, then he bucks his hips up a little faster.
The slick sound echoes against the shower tiles, so fucking wrong. But the sounds that leave Jimin’s lips are even more lewd; breathy moans and silky sweet whimpers. Each time it feels particularly good, Jimin gasps, clutches his hand tighter in his hair.
“You said you like my dick better?” He nudges Jimin’s nose with his own, needs an answer. “Hm?”
Jimin manages to smirk between his moans, tilts his head so their lips align.
“Maybe.”
Oh fuck, he’d like a kiss.
Would fucking love a kiss right now. His lips tingle with it, eyelids sink on their own accord, his head even tilts the other way naturally.
But Jimin doesn’t close the distance, just squeezes the back of his neck, fucks into his hand a little harder.
“Can tell you this though.” Jimin pants against his mouth. “You’re way better at kissing than him.”
.. fuck.
His hand flies to the back of Jimin’s head instantly, and he closes the distance. Told himself not to do this but god— it feels so fucking good. the softest, plushest lips slot between his own, and he already can’t think.
“Mmh—“
Si-hun doesn’t deserve any of this. If he can’t even do this right, there’s no way he can be any good in bed.
Jimin doesn’t have those pouty, perfect lips for them to not be devoured. A guy like Jimin.. he needs this.
Jeongguk sweeps his tongue over Jimin’s lower lip, bites it gently, slips his tongue inside that hot, pretty mouth. That light sweetness, it’s addictive. He needs more of it, licks over Jimin’s tongue, swallows just to savour the taste.
‘Mmh— fuck.”
Jimin pants, sucks on his lower lip, fucks into his hand a little harder.
Jeongguk gasps softly, darts his gaze down.
Jimin’s cock is all flushed near the head, it peeks above his fist with each thrust, pretty and pink. He’s not even moving his hand all that much, Jimin is just fucking it, rutting against his palm, searching pleasure.
His cheeks burn up the longer he watches, but Jimin tugs on his hair then, makes him lift his head up.
Oh.
Jimin is.. close.
it’s almost embarrassing that he can tell.
It’s the way Jimin’s eyes glaze over, the way his eyelids keep sinking like he can barely hold it, the blush on his nose and cheeks, the way his moans get a little more desperate. But most of all it’s that look.
That pleading, barely conscious look as if he’s asking for just a little more.
He swallows, eyes Jimin up and down a few times, lingers on his cock.
And fuck it.. just this once he’ll allow it.
He angles Jimin’s cock towards his own body, then tears his eyes off quickly.
Jimin gasps, instantly gets the message.
“Fuck— can I come on you?”
God, he has to spell it out, doesn’t he?
Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, turns his face the other way.
“Just— just fucking do it.”
This is the only time, just cause today is their first day as fuckbuddies. And compared to swallowing it, how bad can it be to get cum on his stomach? Usually it’s his own, so, what’s the difference really?
“Haa— fuck.”
Jimin moans, hips snapping forward into his hand hard, the wet squelch of it echoing against the walls.
He shouldn’t watch. He should just keep his gaze locked on the wall and let Jimin finish, there’s no need to watch.
However, when Jimin’s moans get a little whiny, his eyes drag down as if pulled by a magnetic force, and he catches it just in time.
White streaks of cum shoot from the head of Jimin’s cock, land on his stomach, over his abs.
“Fuck— nngh.”
Jimin groans, squeezes the back of his neck, presses hasty, frantic kisses over his jawline.
It’s warm. Cum, that is. It never really registered before even though he’s come all over himself so many times. It’s warm and it looks kind of.. hot.
Jimin comes a lot too. His dick twitches in his hand with every spurt, paints his entire stomach in it as if he wants to claim him.
Until it finally softens, and it slips out of his palm.
Even though it was Jimin who came, he’s out of breath too, leans his head back against the wall behind him.
Jimin holds onto him for a little while longer, nothing but pants and ragged breaths filling the communal shower. Then he lets go, presses another kiss right under his ear and turns on the shower next to him.
For a few seconds his brain doesn’t really function, he just follows the water running down Jimin’s body, the way it rolls down his neck, over his collarbones, draws a line all the way down his torso, to his soft cock.
He snaps out of it then, faces the wall instead, tries scrubbing the cum off his stomach. Fuck, he can’t believe he let Jimin do that. What the fuck is wrong with him? One look into those hazy eyes and he just gave into it.
It’s way too dangerous. Next time he’ll have to find away to avoid Jimin’s gaze, to avoid kissing too. His lips still tingle with it, like they haven’t had their fill.
It’s always after he’s come that the pull in his gut gets even stronger. Which is ridiculous, it would make way more sense during, when he’s horny. But no, that need to make out is stronger now, he’s craving that slow, hot kiss.
Jimin doesn’t give it to him, he’s out of the shower the next minute, doesn’t even talk to him. not even thanks? Damn.
He huffs out a breath, follows behind quickly.
Usually Jimin gives him more attention, but now he’s getting dressed rather quickly, checks his phone as if he’s in a rush.
Si-hun?
He pokes his tongue in his cheek, just gets dressed as well. Each time he peeks at Jimin from the corner of his eye there’s just nothing. Jimin doesn’t check him out, doesn’t even cast him a glance like he usually does.
“Boyfriend picking you up or what?”
Shit, that just slipped out of his mouth. So fucking bitter.
Jimin glances at him through strands of his towel-dry blonde hair. His black sleeveless top clings around his frame, silver chrome hearts necklace hangs low between his pecs, those baggy light jeans fall over his sneakers.
What is he looking so good for? A guy who can’t even kiss him right?
“Yeah, I’m late.”
Jimin swings his bag over his shoulder, walks over to his locker and checks himself out in the small mirror, fixes his hair, fishes some lip balm out of his pocket and puts it on.
Ah, how infuriating.
Fucking Si-hun gets to have those lips the rest of the day. The rest of the night even. He only gets these measly ten minutes after training, and is then forced to watch Jimin make himself pretty for another man.
Jimin is about to walk out looking like sex on legs with those shiny, post-makeout lips and he just can’t let it happen.
He takes two big steps and pushes Jimin against the lockers, cages him in with his body, crashes his lips against his without warning.
“Mm!”
Fuck Jimin’s stupid boyfriend. As long as they’re in this locker room, Jimin is his and his alone.
He ravishes those lips, tastes cherry lip balm on his tongue when he slips it inside Jimin’s mouth.
“Mmh..”
Jimin moans, tangles his arms around his neck, doesn’t seem to mind at all despite being in such a rush earlier.
Good.
He bites in Jimin’s lower lip, hopes it stings a little, just to punish him for putting on that lip-balm, for using his time to make himself look pretty for that prick.
“Does he always pick you up?” He pants, glances at Jimin through his lashes. “Every training?”
It takes Jimin a second to respond, eyes a little hazy.
“Why?”
Jeongguk darts his gaze down at those lips, satisfied now that they look used, all that lipbalm gone.
“Let’s go to your place next time.” He proposes. “Less public.”
Less public and that way Si-hun can’t get in the way, can’t take away from their time. And that way.. they’ll have a nice soft bed.. and maybe.. Jimin would put him on his—
“What do you wanna do in my room that we can’t do here?”
Fuck.
He looks up at Jimin, a knowing glint in those eyes.
“Nothing— I mean. Just.. stuff.”
He shrugs as if it’s insignificant, though his cheeks gradually burn up.
The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls just the slightest bit, confronts him in the worst way.
Without a word, Jimin reconnects their lips, this time more languid, lets him feel every inch of his tongue sliding inside his mouth.
“Mmh.”
His eyes flutter shut, heartbeat picks up a little.
Jimin caresses down his neck then, two fingers draw a deliberate path between his shoulder blades, down his spine, lower and lower, come to a stop right above his ass.
He gasps, all the hairs on his body stand up straight.
Jimin breaks the kiss, brings his lips close to his ear, breathes out a: “deal”
Fate sealed. He can’t reverse it.
Jimin slips right past him then, chuckles softly. Just before he leaves the locker rooms he turns to him once more.
“Looking forward to stuff you. Oh sorry, I mean, doing stuff with you.”
He stares blankly at the door, listens to Jimin’s footsteps disappearing down the hallway. His throat is all dry, and his ears keep ringing with that statement even long after Jimin has left.