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Jimin latches onto Taehyung like he is never going to let go of him. The two of them had not seen anyone for four days. Their only company had been the projected images on the walls and the tinny speakers communicating their band members’ words and moans. They know exactly what the task at hand is.
"Do you want to shower first?" Jimin asks after they have settled beside each other on the bed.
"If that’s okay with you," he answers pragmatically.
"Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll go after you."
Taehyung strips down in the corner, folding his clothes up neatly and placing them on top of the little unit where he knows the extra items are. He shudders inwardly at the thought, but brushes it off and steps under the stream.
As he washes four days of grime off his skin with only water, he contemplates his situation. He has no choice, but all he can do is make things as bearable as possible for himself and Jimin. He cannot fight it, so why resist? He saw what happened to Yoongi-hyung and it broke his heart in two to hear him crying. Hoseok was basically catatonic for the most of the time he was in room no. 08. Taehyung did not want that to be him.
And then there was the case of Seokjin and Namjoon. Taehyung had felt conflicted watching the pair of them. It was perverse. A kind of emotional voyeurism that he wanted no part in. Being forced to watch the two of them confess their love like that was painful. Who knows how long they would be separated. Being without their other half…
No.
Shaking his head under the stream, he stepped out and dried himself off using his folded up clothes before draping them over the radiator. No point in being embarrassed about his naked body anyway. Not if he was supposed to -
He can’t even string the words together in his head. So instead, he just slides under the threadbare blanket with Jimin and gently rouses him.
"Jiminnie? It’s your turn," he says softly.
Jimin gets up sleepily, and Taehyung scoots closer to the wall, facing away from the other. He falls asleep to the sound of droplets hitting tiles rhythmically.
The two of them only wake up as the hatch is opened and their plain meals have been passed through. They scramble for the food - as they had gone four days on a small bowl of rice everyday. They gulp down their pills wordlessly.
"God, I was so hungry," says Taehyung without thinking.
Jimin hums in agreement at that.
"I guess they want us to be weak," he says before popping another morsel of beef into his mouth.
It is eerie. Knowing that they have so little control over their fates. Should their "hosts" feel that they are too rowdy or disobedient, they could punish them using the ankle bands, or simply starve them.
They finish up - both saddened at the portion sizes, and place the tray by the door to be taken away again. After the hatch is slammed shut, the pair sit on the mattress in silence.
"A-are you scared?" Jimin asks.
"… Yes," Taehyung admits as he gives Jimin a sidelong glance.
A beat.
"Me too," says Jimin as he places a hand on Taehyung’s.
"Would you rather we get this over with quickly?" Taehyung’s voice is low.
"I… suppose? I mean, I don’t want things to hurt or be awkward," Jimin’s response is shaky, like he’s unsure of what he’s saying. He is unsure of what he’s saying.
"Do you have a, uh, preference?" Jimin continues, blushes creeping up his neck.
"’s embarrassing" says Taehyung, softly.
Jimin frowns, taking in Taehyung’s pink cheeks and fidgeting fingers. Embarrassing, huh… It did not seem appropriate to call anything in their situation that. While it may have been tough on the other band members, the seven of them just needed to focus on convincing "them" to give the antidote. Jimin worries his lip before saying:
"I don’t think we get to call things embarrassing at this point."
Taehyung gulps nervously. His fingers falter into the blanket resting over his lap.
"You can be on top. And I don’t want it to be awkward or painful either."
Jimin’s eyes snap up to meet Taehyung’s. His eyes are hooded and his cheeks are flushed at this admission - is it even an admission? A confession, maybe?
"Are you sure?" He asks warily.
"Positive."
Taehyung leans in to kiss Jimin, and Jimin lets his lips press against his. His motions are gentle and controlled, even though their situation is beyond anything what Jimin had experienced prior. As they part, Taehyung gets to his feet and grabs a foil packet and the previously opened bottle from the drawer.
His cheeks are red-hot as he straddles Jimin’s hips and leans down to kiss him again. This is to save everyone else, this is to save his own skin. As long as he does as he’s told, they will be okay. This does not have to be unenjoyable - please.
Feeling bolder - and dropping the foil packet and lube on the bed, he kisses Jimin. Though he silently wishes he were someone else. His mouth opens a tad and Jimin follows suit, meeting his kiss with a sweetness that Taehyung is honestly grateful for.
"I-I’ll prepare myself," he says against Jimin’s lips, before moving off his lap and onto his back with the bottle of lube in hand.
Jimin forgoes lube and spits into his hand instead. He works his hand up and down his cock, grateful that it does not take long for him to harden. He can see Taehyung from the corner of his eye. He works his fingers inside himself with one hand, the other gently rests on his hardening cock. Jimin bites a lip as he shudders.
This is not exactly new to Taehyung. The times he had had spent alone, he had experimented a bit. Knowing your body and what you liked was important, he figured. So the sensation of his fingers stretching himself, was not alien, but comfortingly familiar. More importantly, it was enough that just a loose fist curled around his cock along with the fingers inside him got him hard.
However, he was painfully aware of the fact that he was having trouble relaxing completely with Jimin’s eyes on him.
"Jiminnie…" He whispered.
"Hm?" Jimin’s eyes met Taehyung’s gaze.
"It’s… kinda hard when you’re watching me," says Taehyung between heavy breaths.
"Sorry…" With that, Jimin closed his eyes.
Taehyung forced himself to relax around his fingers, pulling and stretching until he felt as little resistance against them. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
"Jiminnie? I-I think I’m ready," he stammers, as he holds out the bottle of lube out to Jimin.
With trembling fingers, Jimin tears the condom packet open and rolls it over his hard cock. He slicks up his length with the lube, eyes anywhere but on Taehyung.
"Tae?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna be on your back?"
Taehyung nods and parts his legs for Jimin to settle between them. A wordless invitation that Jimin is conflicted on taking. Brushing his own hesitation aside, he kneels between Taehyung’s legs and pulls the backs of his knees up. His hard dick rests heavy against the smooth inside of Taehyung’s thigh.
"You ready?"
Taehyung nods, eyes determined and cheeks scarlet.
Jimin guides himself inside Taehyung, his mouth falling open at the incredible warmth around his cock. He stills inside Taehyung, fighting the instinctive need to buck his hips forward. When did his hands get so clammy?
He grips the blanket on either side of Taehyung’s head with white fists, looking down at him. Taehyung’s legs are splayed out on either side of his hips, the skin meeting his sticky with sweat.
Taehyung doesn’t seem quite present as Jimin rocks his hips forward, sinking deeper into Taehyung’s tight heat. He is whispering under his breath. He is so quiet, Jimin can barely make out the small chant of "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts." But he can hear it all the same and it hurts him too.
Suddenly Taehyung freezes beneath him, and he can see his cock twitch.
"Oh…" is the throaty moan escaping his mouth.
"C-can I move?" asks Jimin, holding himself very still.
"Yeah, just go -"
Jimin wastes no time in pumping his hips forward against Taehyung’s, cutting off his words. He starts out with a slow rhythm, drawing out soft, deep moans from Taehyung. His voice, even now, is melodic and warm with each movement of Jimin’s dancer hips. His cock twitches against his stomach again as Jimin slides up inside him.
Almost instinctively, he grasps his hard length in a closed fist. He gently pumps himself in time with Jimin. It’s nothing compared to just using his fingers, he realises. He feels so full - fuller than he expected he would from Jimin’s hard dick. The pressure inside him is hot and hard to even comprehend.
Suddenly, Jimin drops down to kiss Taehyung. The kiss is sloppy, but far from unwelcome. It’s supposed to feel good right? Why wouldn’t he be allowed to enjoy this with Taehyung? When they part, Taehyung speaks in a hushed tone:
"F-faster, Jiminnie."
He doesn’t need to be told twice and starts pistoning his hips forward, the hard edge of his hips slams against Taehyung’s thighs. He builds a rhythm, and his breathing follows suit as he pants. Jimin can barely contain himself as he continues at a bruising pace. The heat around his cock is too much for him to handle. He kisses Taehyung again, if only to silence the moans that escape him.
Taehyung smiles up at him as he jerks his cock. His hand slides up and down his hard length, slicked by the pre-cum dripping from the head. He shudders on a particularly hard thrust from Jimin.
"You’re doing well, Jiminnie."
The praise is unexpected and enough for Jimin to lose it. He cums as he pumps his hips erratically, coming to a twitching halt inside of Taehyung. His fists clench and unclench in the blanket as he moans, voice high and sweet.
Taehyung speeds up his hand even more and finishes on his stomach. He stops his final moans by biting his lip. His voice contrasts Jimin’s in its deep and warm tone.
The pair of them breathe heavily as they eye each other. Taehyung grins at Jimin.
"I guess that’s that then," he says sheepishly.
"I guess it is," answers Jimin as he pulls out.
Taehyung lets out a groan at the unexpected emptiness. As if on cue, the hatch is opened and the towels and dirty pink soap are shoved inside. As Jimin pulls the condom off and ties it, Taehyung collects the delivery with shaky legs.
"Mind helping me out?" He asks as he steadies himself against the wall.
"Not at all," says Jimin as he helps Taehyung into the shower.
They clean themselves off together, Jimin being extra gentle with Taehyung. They relish in the sensation of being actually clean, the sweat from their task and the grime from their isolation being washed down the drain. After they shut the water off and towel off, they redress themselves in their now dried uniforms and settle on the bed.
"Are you hurting?" Jimin asks as he pulls the blanket over the two of them.
"Mm, it doesn’t really hurt. I might hurt later on I suppose," says Taehyung with furrowed brows.
"… Did it hurt though?" Pressed Jimin.
"No, it was fine, I prepped myself enough and I managed to relax."
He pauses, before continuing:
"I meant what I said, I didn’t want this to be painful or awkward and well - it wasn’t painful, it felt good. Plus, it wasn’t awkward, because I trust you enough for us to laugh about it."
Jimin, listening intently, smiled.
"I’m glad."
He closes his arms around Taehyung, who wraps an arm around his waist. Like that the pair of them fall asleep.
They are roused from sleep by the distorted voice calling out.
"Subject-number-oh-five, return to cell-number-oh-five.”
Jimin scrambles to his feet - he had seen Seokjin get electrocuted before after all.
"Tae?" He tries.
"Yeah?" Answers Taehyung, getting up to leave the cell as well.
"Stay safe, won’t you?"
Taehyung smiles and nods.
"You too, Jiminnie."
“Subject-number-oh-six, return to cell-number-oh-six.”