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Jimin walked into his biology class with one thing on his mind: his interaction with Jungkook that morning. He had essentially avoided Jungkook like the plague around Taehyung’s house after the incident.
Jimin walked to his seat and got his books out, hoping his mind would clear enough to learn about whatever it was that they were supposed to that day. The teacher started talking, but Jimin found his mind slipping within minutes into other places.
He couldn’t get Jungkook off his mind. Truth be told, he had always had a small, teeny, tiny crush on the boy, but nothing beyond manageable. He had found his shy demeanor endearing, and didn’t ever mind whenever Taehyung’s mom made Jungkook tag along with them.
Seeing Jungkook like this had come as a complete shock. He was like a walking wet dream, but still held the same glowing, dreamy eyes that Jimin had always loved staring into. Except, before Jungkook would be the first to look away out of shyness, but now it was Jimin.
He thought about all the past memories he had of the younger, smiling to himself when he remembered the few memories he had with him. Jungkook usually preferred to stick with his friends, while Jimin stuck with Taehyung.
Soon his thoughts drifted pass innocent, however. He shifted in his seat when his skin tingled, remembering the feeling of Jungkook’s warm breath on his ear. He remembered how warm his skin felt, how tight his abs were. He remembered how inviting his collarbones looked, perfect for Jimin to attach his plump lips to. He remembered his freshly washed hair, perfect for Jimin to grab onto. He was soon thinking about how Jungkook would look on top of him, weight pressing down-
Stop, Jimin. This is Jeon Jungkook you are thinking about. Snap. Out. Of. It.
Jimin discreetly fanned himself, finding he had grown warmer at the images flashing through his mind. He saw everyone around him packing their stuff up, and he sighed. He had spent the whole lesson daydreaming instead of learning about...he squinted to read the board...the phospholipid bilayer.
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Almost a week had passed since what happened and Jimin had not been at Taehyung’s house since. Sure, they still hung out daily, but Jimin found every excuse to avoid Jungkook’s presence. He would practically run the other direction when he saw him at school, effectively avoiding any type of contact.
Jimin found himself sitting in his bed, looking up at his ceiling. It wasn’t long before his thoughts drifted to Jungkook, as they had this whole week.
He found himself thinking about why Jungkook did what he did. He had been trying to come up with reasons in his head all week, but nothing plausible came to his mind. Perhaps he was trying to mess with Jimin? It wasn’t really a secret Jimin was gay, as he has had boyfriends before. That sounded like the best explanation for making Jimin touch his body in that way, not that Jimin was complaining, to be honest.
Images of Jungkook over him reentered his mind. How his fingers were longer than Jimin’s, so they would be able to reach places inside him that Jimin couldn’t even imagine. How that same chest that he had touched would look glazed with sweat. How he would pant over Jimin thrusting into-
Jimin’s fantasies were broken apart when his phone started ringing. Jimin shifted on his bed, noticing he was now sporting a semi hard-on just from thinking about what Jungkook could do to him. He mentally slapped himself and lifted his phone to find that it was Taehyung calling him.
“Hey Taehyung, what’s up?” Jimin questioned, voice a bit hoarse.
“Did you just wake up or something?” Taehyung asked.
“No, no,”Jimin cleared his throat, “What is it that you called for Taehyungie?”
“Do you want to come with my family and I to sushi?”
Jimin immediately got happier upon hearing sushi. Sushi made anything and everything better, so hopeful it would make his inner turmoil cool down a bit, at least for a few hours.
“Of cou-” Jimin stopped midway through. ‘my family and I’, meaning Jungkook too?
“Uhm, uh, will um, will Jungkook be there too,” Jimin stuttered out.
“Oh no, I think he’s at the gym or something. Why?”
“No reason! But yes, I would love to go to sushi with you guys!”
“Ok, be ready at 8,” Taehyung said.
Jimin looked in the mirror at his outfit that he had chosen for the night. He was wearing a black button-up shirt with hearts, matches, and lips with cigarettes on it, unbuttoned low enough to see his defined collarbones. He was also wearing black skinny jeans, hugging his body tight, but not too tight, since he was planning to eat his weight in sushi. He paired it with some dainty gold necklaces, that brought attention to his exposed neck. He had put on the slightest touch of eyeshadow to smoke his eyes out, but still kept it subtle. He was in the middle of putting on his earrings when the doorbell rang.
“Just a second Taehyung!” Jimin shouted. He grabbed his stuff, and opened the door to find NOT Taehyung in front of him.
There Jungkook stood in all his glory, looking like an actually walking wet dream. Jimin looked his up and down, trying and failing to keep his mouth closed. Jungkook was wearing a blue silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease. He was wearing ridiculously tight black jeans, which graced Jimin with the sight of his muscular thighs, which he hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing the other day in the bathroom.
Jimin finally closed his mouth when he realized if he held it open for any longer he would start drooling onto the floor. He finally looked up to Jungkook’s face, who stood simply fixing his hair and motioned for Jimin to follow him to the car, face adorned with a smirk, of course.
Jimin followed Jungkook outside, albeit somewhat delayed. He got into the car, sitting next to Taehyung in the back. Taehyung and Jungkook’s parents were in the driver and passengers seat, and Jungkook sat in the middle row with an empty seat next to him.
Jungkook looked to the seat next to him, and Jimin thought he could almost see a look of disappointment on the younger’s face.
“I thought Jungkook wasn’t going,” Jimin whispered ever so quietly, making sure not a peep would make it to Jungkook’s ears.
“I thought he wasn’t, but he came back from the gym and when I asked if he wanted to go to sushi with you and the family, he said yes. What’s the big deal?” Taehyung asked.
“Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting him to be at my door,” Jimin said.
The ride to the restaurant was tame and overall quiet, with everyone on their phones. When they got there, Jimin made sure to get out and make no eye contact with Jungkook.
They were seated at the table, and Jimin cursed the universe itself for putting Jungkook in front of him. Or maybe he cursed Jungkook for situating himself in front of Jimin, whichever one was responsible.
The seating situation did nothing to stop Jungkook from staring at Jimin. If anything, it made room for Jungkook’s eyes to be locked on Jimin all night. However, Jimin was not feeling it right now. He had already allowed Jungkook to win the other day, and he wasn’t going to let it happen again.
That’s how he found himself making dead eye contact with Jungkook at the restaurant while Taehyung and his family chatted idly among themselves. Jungkook made no move to back down either, until both their gazes were broken in order to order their food.
They ordered their sushi, and the waiter left to put their order in. Jimin and Jungkook had found their way back to battling with their retinas, when Taehyung broke the trance they were both under.
“Jimin, why haven’t you been over lately?” Taehyung asked.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Jimin asked, genuinely short for an answer since he was too focused on burn Jungkook with his pupils.
“Eomma was just saying how you haven’t been over lately to steal her cooking,” Taehyung said, and his mom laughed.
“Oh-I-um-I haven’t really had time, I’ve been super swamped with homework,” Jimin stuttered out, having no other answer.
“But you usually do your homework at my house,” Taehyung stated, a confused look on his face.
“I’ll be sure to make it over more often!” Jimin said in the most cheerful voice he could muster up. He didn’t think anyone had a clue as to why he hadn’t been over, but he didn’t want to give them one.
The waiter brought their food and they started eating. Jimin and Jungkook’s staring contest has at a temporary cease-fire in order to eat.
He could feel Jungkook’s eyes on him again shortly though. They were both still eating, but Jungkook apparently couldn’t keep his eyes down for five solitary minutes.
Jimin wanted to win this round though. So, he picked up a piece of his sushi roll, dipped it in soy sauce, and slowly brought it to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked up the rice side of it in the most seductive way someone possibly could, keeping his eyes locked on Jungkook. He then brought it to his mouth and bit down, making sure his plump lips wrapped around it fully.
Jungkook visibly gulped and shifted around in his chair. Jimin was doing an internal victory dance knowing that he had gotten to Jungkook.
They all continued eating and chatting, and Jimin picked his water up and took a sip. While he was still drinking, he felt Jungkook’s foot, void of a shoe, touch his calf. Jimin choked on his sip of water.
“Jimin, are you ok?” Taehyung asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Y-yes I’m f-fine,” Jimin stuttered out to the best of his abilities.
“Are you sure? Is something caught in your throat?” Taehyung said, audibly concerned.
Jungkook’s metaphorical dick, Jimin thought. “No, no, I’m fine it’s just-”
Jimin felt Jungkook’s foot go up higher, so it was now sitting on his inner thigh. Jimin’s eyes widen and he choked again, but this time he had no water in his mouth.
“Jimin? Seriously, is there something in your throat? Maybe you should go to the restroom,” said Taehyung.
Jungkook’s foot slide up even further, and it was now dangerously close to somewhere it should not be.
Jimin jumped up from the table. “Y-yeah, I’m gonna go to the restroom,” he said, barely getting his sentence fully out while he rushed to find the restrooms.
Jimin burst into the bathroom and went into the first free stall he saw. He just paced back and forth in the cubicle, trying to wrap his mind around what the hell kind of game he and Jungkook were playing.
He finally left the cubicle after a minute or two, mainly calming his breathing and gathering himself.
He went to the sink and washed his hands. He was turning the faucet off when he heard the door open. He went to grab a paper towel, but when he turned around he bumped into a firm, broad chest.
It was none other than Jungkook. Still looking stunning as ever, Jimin was face first in the soft material of his shirt that Jimin had been drooling over all night. He was once again met with the outfit that fit him in all the right places, but Jimin was determined to not let it show just how much the look was affecting him.
“What happened out at the table? Did you have rice caught in your throat?” Jungkook asked, smirk painted over his face.
“You know full well there was nothing caught in my throat,” Jimin hissed out.
“Then what was it?” Jungkook said, and he had the nerve to put an innocent look on his face.
“Move, I need to get back to my dinner before it gets cold,”
“It’s sushi, it’s already cold,”
“You know what I mean!” Jimin made a move to leave, but Jungkook stepped in front of him.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Jungkook stated.
“And so what if I have?” Jimin snapped out.
“You should come around the house again, hyung and his mom miss you,” Jungkook simply said.
“I was planning on it, I just wasn’t planning on stepping foot near the bathroom while you are home anymore,” Jimin said. One part of his mind was begging him to go near the bathroom again sometime to get another feel of Jungkook’s abs, but the logical part threw that idea away.
“What did I do?” Jungkook said again with the same innocent look on his face. He even had the nerve to put a pout on his face, which Jimin definitely DID NOT find cute nor endearing. “I wouldn’t want you and hyung to drift because of me,” Jungkook said.
“So you DO use honorifics, you just find the need to drop them with me?” Jimin said more as a statement to himself than anything else.
Jungkook shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. Jimin trailed the movement with his eyes, watching his beautiful hair land perfectly in place.
“Can I please get back to my meal please?” Jimin said impatiently. He was annoyed at the encounter as much as he was worried he would succumb to whatever it was Jungkook wanted him to do. He had a feeling Jungkook could get him to do just about anything.
Jungkook looked at Jimin for a few seconds, eyes dropping down to his collar bones. He stared at them intently for a few seconds, then tore his gaze away and moved for Jimin to exited the bathroom.
Jimin sped out of the bathroom, feeling Jungkook’s eyes on him the whole time.
The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, minus Jungkook staring at him for most of the time. Jimin mostly kept his gave down, pretty much accepting that Jungkook had won, once again.
“Jimin, it’s pretty late, do you want to just come to our house since it’s close? I don’t like doing too much driving when it’s dark outside,” Taehyung’s mom said to Jimin.
Jimin froze for a second. If he declined, he would probably offended Taehyung and his mom since he hadn’t been over to often, but if he accepted then who knows what would happen with Jungkook.
“Um, sure Ms. Kim, thank you,” Jimin said almost reluctantly. He was glad to get to spend time with Taehyung and his family, but he was wondering what would happen that night
As soon as Jimin got into the house, he practically ran to Taehyung’s room to get clothes and to the shower. He didn’t need Jungkook to stop him in anyway possible.
Jimin blasted the shower on cold, trying to keep himself from thinking of the way Jungkook felt, smelled, or looked. He stayed in the shower as long as he could, trying to stall as long as he could from stepping outside of the safe-haven of the bathroom.
Jimin got out and changed, and held his breath when he went to open the door. To his surprise, Jungkook wasn’t waiting outside for him. He looked around warily, making sure Jungkook wasn’t hiding around a corner somewhere to scare him.
He tip-toed to the guest bedroom, then closed the door and let out a breath. Looking towards the bed, he instantly felt a wave of fatigue hit him. He plugged his phone in and went to bed with one person on his mind, but he would never admit that.
Jungkook ran his hands up and down Jimin’s bare hips, sucking marks onto every inch of Jimin’s abs.
Jimin let out a moan when he felt Jungkook’s mouth move down to his rim. Jungkook licked a strip up his neglected hole and Jimin arched his back at the contact. He felt Jungkook push pass the ring of muscle and dart his tongue in and out.
Jungkook pushed in a finger, followed by another. He worked him open a bit before he curled his fingers up, hitting Jimin’s prostate dead on.
“Oh fuck!” Jimin moaned out, waking up from his dream. Jimin looked around the room to find himself in the guest bedroom, not Jungkook’s room. He was sitting in the room alone, painfully hard. If he wasn’t one before, Jungkook was officially a walking wet dream.
Jimin refused to rub one off to the thought of Jungkook when he was feet away from his room. He looked at the clock, which read 2:30am. He dragged himself out of bed once he had willed his boner to go away and went to the kitchen to get some water.
He made his way to the kitchen and reached to grab a glass out of the cabinet. He was on his tip-toes, just about to reach, when suddenly there was an arm above his grabbing the glass for him.
“Holy shit!” Jimin screamed, preparing to throat punch an intruder. He whipped his head around and found Jungkook towering over him, glass in hand. He smirked at Jimin and set the glass down behind Jimin, then rested his hands on the counter, effectively trapping Jimin in.
Jimin swallowed at the proximity, and scanned down the man in front of him. It was dark, but the moonlight coming in from the window cast light onto Jungkook perfectly. It highlighted his collarbones, which he could see from low hanging shirt he was wearing. The light made his already pronounced jawline look even sharper.
“Sorry if I scared you,” Jungkook said softly, and Jimin’s head spun from the sudden change in demeanor. One second he was smirking down at Jimin, the next he spoke to him with the most inviting soft tone.
“Just a little,” Jimin muttered out. Jungkook chuckled softly at that, and Jimin’s eyes finally made it up to Jungkook’s. Jimin decided that was a big mistake, because he almost melted seeing the way they were shining in the moonlight, reminding him of the sweet, innocent boy he had known for so long.
Jimin got lost in Jungkook’s eyes, and Jungkook was no different. He scanned Jimin’s face, finally settling on his lips. When Jimin saw him move slower towards him, he pushed him off and grabbed the glass. He practically ran over to the fridge to get water.
Jungkook stayed in their previous position for a few seconds before turning around and resting his back on the counter. “You woke me up,” Jungkook said.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin said, not daring to turn to face Jungkook.
“What were you dreaming about?” Jungkook asked liked he already knew the answer.
Jimin flushed all the way down his neck, “I-um-I-I had a nightmare,” Jimin lied.
“Must’ve been a pretty scary nightmare,” Jungkook said.
Jimin hummed, wanting to abort whatever mission he was on currently. He turned around to leave, but was stopped once again by Jungkook. “Wait hyung,” he said, and grabbed Jimin’s hand.
Jimin gulped. He looked down to where Jungkook was holding onto his hand, but Jungkook didn’t let go. He scanned his eyes over Jimin’s face for a few seconds before pulling him closer.
“You have really changed a lot hyung,” Jungkook said, running his hand through Jimin’s hair.
Jimin scoffed, “Yeah I dyed my hair, thanks for noticing,” Jimin spit out sarcastically. Jungkook looked at him confused. “You said you didn’t like it,” Jimin said, rolling his eyes.
“I never said that,” Jungkook said, his hand still running through Jimin’s hair.
Jimin had to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head from how good it felt to have Jungkook playing with his hair. “You implied it,” Jimin stated, feeling the annoyance bubble up inside him.
“I like it,” Jungkook said simply.
Jimin’s eyes widened. He had misread the entire thing, but can you blame him? “T-thanks, I guess,” Jimin stuttered out, blush adorning his cheeks while he looked away.
Jungkook reached up and used his hand to gently turn Jimin’s face back towards his. He ran a thumb across the blush on Jimin’s cheeks and said a soft, “Cute.”
Jimin blushed even harder at that. He pushed away from Jungkook and hurried off back to the guest room, smiling to himself at the double dose of compliments he had just received.