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Jimin collapses into his seat, huffing loudly and a little dramatically as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Jimin’s pissed. He’s currently sitting in detention because he refused to go home and change his outfit. Guess what his outfit was.
A pleated skirt and a baggy t-shirt.
The skirt isn’t even short, but even if it was he still shouldn’t be dress coded in the first place. He threw a fit in front of everybody in the hallway when his fucking teacher kept telling him he had to go change because some other boys were offended by his choice of outfit.
Jimin isn’t dumb, he knows that the boys weren’t distracted by his outfit, that typically only happens to the girls at his school (which is beyond messed up), they just wanted a way to express their homophobic views and call it thinking about their education.
He knows this because the same boys who told on him are the ones calling him homophobic slurs and taunting him for being more feminine, and also being gay.
Jimin knew he had it in for him when he came out and started wearing more feminine clothing, his town was very homophobic and didn’t hold back acting so, but he deserves to be himself and to be free.
So of course he’s going to refuse and throw a fit. Any person with respect for themselves would do that.
He looks around and only sees two other people sitting in the room with him, excluding the teacher. One of them is a girl he’s never seen before and the other is…
Jeon Jungkook.
Jimin rolls his eyes when he sees him. It’s not that he doesn’t like Jungkook, he’s just so goddamn cliche. He’s the school’s typical bad boy, the one who has all the girls falling for him and is always in detention. This is probably just another Thursday afternoon for him.
Not Jimin though, he hates getting in trouble, despite the scene he caused earlier to get himself this detention.
Jimin pouts even harder at this fact, slumping further into his seat. He can’t wait to get out of here and write about this on all of his social media.
Their teacher for the next hour, Ms. Chang gets up from her desk after clicking away on her computer and clears her throat. They all look up at her. She looks a little too happy to be there.
“Hello, I’m Ms. Chang, but you probably already know that,” she says, scanning her eyes across the room. Her eyes stop on Jimin and she smiles at him, who smiles awkwardly back. He’s like a fucking circus attraction around here. “My detentions are usually pretty chill so I’ll just have you write a short paragraph on what you did wrong and what you learned from it.”
Yeah, right, Jimin thinks. He rolls his eyes and raises an arm. Ms. Chang raises her eyebrows. “What if we didn’t do anything wrong?” He asks.
Ms. Chang laughs and shakes her head. “Then you wouldn’t be in here, Mr. Park.”
Jimin furrows his eyebrows and resists the urge to stomp his foot. He knows he must look like a bratty child but he has learned to not give a fuck anymore. Ms. Chang turns around and grabs some loose leaf paper off her desk, walking further into the room to pass them out.
She gives him his paper and Jimin doesn’t even bother pulling out his pencil from his bag. He didn’t do anything wrong so he’s not apologizing or whatever the fuck she wants him to do.
He looks over and sees Jungkook eyeing him with a smirk. Jimin blushes and quickly looks away again. Jimin may be a bad bitch that doesn’t need a man, but he has eyes, and Jungkook is the definition of hot.
He’s so goddamn attractive, it’s unfair. From the way he looks to the way he carries himself. Jimin can’t stand how good he looks in his all black outfits and how sexy his fingers look with his hand tats. Yes, he just called someone’s fingers sexy, but that doesn’t mean anything. Everyone can agree that Jungkook is the hottest guy in school.
So having Jungkook smirk at him like that is obviously going to make him flustered.
Ms. Chang goes back up to her desk and clasps her hands together. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Let me just set an alarm for one hour,” she says as she walks around the desk to sit down, fiddling with a small timer.
Jimin looks back down at his paper, blowing a quiet raspberry from his lips and tapping his fingers against the desk. He can already feel the boredom hitting him at sitting at this fucking desk for an hour straight with nothing to do.
He relents after a few seconds of staring at the floor and leans down to grab his pencil from his backpack. He catches Jungkook with his eyes as he does so, and it looks like he’s drawing something on his paper. At least Jimin isn’t alone. The girl sitting up front is actually writing something, which is probably very rare for kids in detention.
Instead of writing down what he did wrong, he starts ranting and angrily recounting the events of today on paper, planning on sending it to the principal. Honestly, he shouldn’t be so reckless, considering it’s his senior year and he needs to have a clean record for college, but Jimin can’t let this slide. He’s not going to let this school brush off homophobia and straight up harassment.
Dear Principal Lee,
I don’t think it’s fair that you gave me detention for being harassed and discriminated against. You always preach about letting your students express themselves how they please, but the second a feminine gay kid does it, it’s a problem. The two boys who reported me to their teachers have been bullying me for being gay and were offended by a man putting himself out of the box and wearing something a woman would normally wear. Now, you should really rethink your policies and morals at this school because it’s not fair that homophobic pieces of shi-
The phone sitting on Ms. Chang’s desk rings, startling Jimin out of his aggressive writing and accidentally drawing a line on his paper from where he was writing the t.
Jimin looks up and Ms. Chang answers the phone, mumbling a couple of yeses and yes mam ’s. She hangs up the phone and turns to the girl sitting in the front.
“Sunhee,” she says, making the girl move her head up. “You’re free to go. They found out you weren’t the one who cheated on your math test.”
She’s in detention because they thought she cheated on her math test? What a load of bullshit. Jimin truly doesn’t understand the thought process of this school.
Sunhee gathers her things and shoves them in her bag, getting up and shrugging it off her shoulder. She hesitates before turning to Ms. Chang. “Um, I’m kinda new here so I don’t know where the front office is.”
“Oh, that’s alright!” Ms. Chang cheers. “I’ll just take you there. I need to pick up some copies anyway.” She gets out of her chair and turns to him and Jungkook. “Will you guys be alright for a couple of minutes?”
They both look at each other before turning their heads back and nodding. She mutters an okay and guides Sunhee out of the room. She shuts the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone and in silence.
Jimin sighs and tries to relax, but it’s so awkward when you’re stuck in a room with someone you don’t know. He doesn’t see Jungkook speaking up anytime soon so he returns to his letter to the principal, finishing the curse word he was writing and adding more of his anger.
As soon as he writes a few words though, Jungkook decides to break the silence. “That’s some pretty aggressive writing over there.” Jimin looks up and Jungkook is smiling amusingly at him. “Are you really that sorry?”
Jimin scoffs. “No way. I’m writing a complaint.”
“For what?” He asks, and Jimin is very surprised he doesn’t know. Word has definitely already gone around about his outburst earlier.
“This school’s bullshit ‘zero tolerance’ policy.” Jimin rolls his eyes. “I got dress coded today because some boys were offended.”
“Really?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise. “That’s fucked.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I don’t think they give out detentions for dress code though,” Jungkook says, sounding more like a question than a statement.
“They don’t.” Jimin laughs nervously, looking away. “I kinda refused to change and cussed them out.”
This makes Jungkook laugh, and Jimin hates how cute he finds it. It’s a very adorable laugh, okay? Especially with how his nose scrunches up and his teeth kind of look like a bunny.
“You’re the feisty kind, aren't you?”
Jimin wills his cheeks to not turn bright red at the tone of Jungkook’s voice. “If calling out blatant homophobia is feisty, then I guess so, yeah.”
Jungkook nods. “Based.”
Jimin smiles and turns back to his paper, heart beating a little faster than it was a minute ago. Damn Jungkook for his ability to make anybody swoon over him.
A minute of silence passes, and Jimin starts to wonder when Ms. Chang is going to return. It’s not that he absolutely hates being alone with Jungkook right now, he just doesn’t know how long he can take the flush on his cheeks.
“Sorry that you got detention for standing up for yourself,” Jungkook says suddenly. Jimin looks away from his paper and is met with a sincere look on Jungkook’s face. “This school fucking sucks for that. I think your skirts are cool.”
Jimin bites his bottom lip, trying to contain his smile. It’s very weird to hear those words coming from another guy, the only support he gets from the students here are from his girl friends. “Thank you.”
They stare at each other for a good few seconds but before it can get awkward, the door opens and in comes Ms. Chang. They look away and go back to their papers, listening to the shuffle of Ms. Chang sitting back down in her chair.
“You guys okay?” She asks, and they both look up and nod. She smiles and gets out a pair of earbuds along with a tablet. Is she really going to watch videos with earbuds in while she’s supposed to be watching two delinquents? Jimin isn’t complaining, it’s just strange.
Jimin hears a rustling of the chair where Jungkook is sitting but ignores it, assuming he’s just getting more comfortable. He’s very confused when Jungkook gets up and moves to the desk right next to Jimin.
Jimin peeps at him from the corner of his eye, watching as he steals glances at Jimin from his own. He’s brought his paper with him that he’s now writing something on it.
At this point, it’s impossible to focus on the task at hand, too hyper aware of Jungkook sitting beside him. So Jimin just sets his pencil down and waits for Jungkook to do something else. He has a feeling he’s going to do more than just move seats.
His feeling was right, Jungkook folding up his paper and reaching over to set it in front of Jimin. Jimin doesn’t even look at him as he opens it up, revealing some doodles and a few words written down.
i didn’t mean to say your skirts are cool. i actually wanted to say you look really hot in them. but they’re cool too.
Jimin shakes his head and releases a breath from his nose, grabbing his pencil and writing a response.
are you flirting with me right now? through paper?
He folds it back up and hands it back to Jungkook without even looking. It’s silly how they’re trying to be secretive about this when Ms. Chang isn’t even looking in their direction and probably can't even hear them over the sound of her earphones. They go on like this for a couple of note passes.
i mean yeah. we’re kinda in detention. —jungkook
i’m surprised you care about the rules in detention. you’re here everyday. —jimin
i don’t care about the rules. it’s just awkward to tell someone you think they’re hot and u wanna wreck them when there’s a teacher in the room. —jungkook
Jimin drops the note and finally looks at Jungkook, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He can’t believe he’s getting turned on from a few fucking notes from the school’s infamous bad boy.
He doesn’t say anything though, not that he can with how he feels like he’s holding his breath when Jungkook moves his desk closer to Jimin.
Jimin clasps his hands in his lap, pulling at the hem of his skirt and looks sideways at Jungkook. He gasps when Jungkook moves his arm over to place his hand on Jimin’s knee.
God, he can already feel himself getting worked up, his cock starting to stir alive at the contact on his skin. Jimin is no virgin, but it has been a while since he’s done anything like this. He’s been too busy with school and making sure his grades are perfect.
Jungkook moves his hand further and further up Jimin's thigh until it’s under Jimin’s skirt, his touch so light it gives Jimin goosebumps. Jimin parts his legs the further Jungkook goes as they lock eyes. Jungkook licks his lips as he keeps casting his eyes down to Jimin's own lips. Jimin isn’t sure if they’re going to kiss right now, but he wants to more than words can express. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic.
He then leans in close to Jimin, moving his mouth to his ear to whisper, “Is this okay?”
Jimin nods because fuck, it’s more than okay. He wasn’t expecting to have a little romp with Jeon Jungkook in the middle of detention with their teacher sitting ten feet away from them but he’s not complaining. Not even a little bit. He wants Jungkook so bad.
Jungkook finally reaches his inner thigh, his fingers brushing just barely against his cock over the panties Jimin is wearing. Jungkook probably can't tell they're not boxers since they’re just plain and cotton, but Jimin still feels a little shy at the thought of him seeing his choice of underwear.
Jimin tries not to whimper when he applies more pressure on his cock, biting down on his lip so hard he’s surprised it’s not bleeding. He turns his head to Jungkook and they’re so close, their lips just barely brushing against each other. Jimin wants to look down so badly at Jungkook’s hand beneath his skirt, as it feels so big on his body, but he knows he’ll just blush all the way down to his toes if he does so.
Jungkook leans down to kiss his neck and Jimin might just combust. He’s trying so hard to hold in his noises, he’s always been the loud type during sexual activities, but it’s so fucking hard. Especially when Jungkook keeps kissing him there while taking his cock out of his panties.
Jimin tenses up when Jungkook rubs his thumb against his tip, sort of embarrassed because he must be so wet. His body melts though when Jungkook starts properly stroking the top of his cock. His mouth falls open and he gasps out onto Jungkook’s lips, and that’s when Jungkook finally kisses him.
It’s a short kiss, but enough to have Jimin wanting more. He’s about to take more when a noise from up front startles them and makes them jump away. Ms. Chang is turning around and setting her tablet on the desk, taking her earphones out. Jimin and Jungkook break themselves apart before Jimin pulls his skirt down. She looks up just in time for them to look somewhat like they weren’t just about to do whatever the hell they were doing.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she says, grabbing a key and walking towards the door. “You guys have about thirty minutes left in here.” Then she’s walking out of the door and shutting it behind her. This school should really think about who they let teach detention.
Jungkook moves closer to him again, and they’re kissing again, more desperately this time, with hands roaming all over each other and Jimin moaning into Jungkook’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jimin pants when they pull apart. “I can’t believe— what the fuck are we doing?”
Jungkook smirks and shrugs. “I don’t know, but don’t you like it?”
“I do.” Jimin leans in to kiss him again, despite the aching feeling between his legs. He wants to be touched so badly, could probably cum in a minute from his wound up Jungkook’s got him, but he wants to do something else before Ms. Chang comes back. “Can I suck you off?”
“Shit. Yeah.” Jungkook nods and that’s all Jimin needs before he’s getting out of his seat and getting on his knees on the floor in front of Jungkook. He adjusts his cock in his panties, slipping it back in.
He waits as Jungkook unbuttons his pants and takes his cock out, and Jimin preens when he sees he’s already hard too. Jimin licks his lips and rises up on his knees so he can reach Jungkook’s lap, already taking his big cock in his hand. It looks even bigger with his small hand wrapped around it. He hears Jungkook curse at the sight.
Jimin gives his slit a few kitten licks before taking it into his mouth. He would usually do that for a few minutes, but they seriously don’t have time to drag this out, so he goes ahead and starts sinking down on his cock.
Jungkook hisses and moans lowly, the sound so fucking sexy. Jimin looks up at him as he starts to bob his head. He knows how much guys love it when he looks at them with a cock in his mouth. It’s a messy blowjob, definitely not his best, but he knows he’s doing pretty damn good because Jungkook is making all these gruff noises of pleasure.
“God, fuck, Jimin,” Jungkook sighs, and Jimin whimpers around his cock, going down even lower so that the tip is reaching the back of his throat. He barely even gags, he’s got his gag reflex under control with practice.
Jungkook starts pumping his hips up into Jimin’s mouth, forcing Jimin to make these gurgling sounds that are absolutely obscene when his cock goes down a little too far. Jimin pulls off to catch his breath.
“Fuck, sorry,” Jungkook breathes out with a laugh. He pets Jimin’s hair softly. It’s cute. A little too cute.
Jimin shakes his head. “Don’t be.” He grabs Jungkook’s cock again and licks the underside of it. “Are you close?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook licks his lips and watches as Jimin just licks and presses kisses to his cock. Jimin takes him in his mouth again and tightens his lips in order to get Jungkook closer to the edge quicker.
He bobs his head a couple of times before Jungkook is pushing his head away gently. Jimin furrows his eyebrows, confused. He’s also pouting, he really liked sucking Jungkook off. Then again, he loves giving blowjobs to begin with.
“Get up,” Jungkook says, and it sounds so hot, his tone dominating and stern. Jimin obeys and stands up, waiting for further instructions. Jungkook grips his hips and turns him around. “Wanna see your ass. Raise up your skirt.”
Jimin blushes and bites his lip, holding the hem of his skirt up to show off his panty covered ass. It’s so fucking surreal, being in this situation. He’s never had someone do this before. Let alone in a classroom.
Jungkook curses and nothing happens for a few seconds, so Jimin starts to get a little embarrassed at being so exposed like this. He turns his head and sees Jungkook stroking himself, eyes fixed on Jimin’s ass. Jimin smirks and arches his back a bit more, wiggling his hips in the process.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook grunts out. Jimin can now hear how wet Jungkook’s cock is with pre-cum, the slide of it squelching as he jerks himself off. Jimin is still so hard and desperate to cum himself, but he loves the thrill of being looked at like this. “Gonna cum all over your ass. Hopefully she doesn’t come in here and see you sticking out your ass like that.”
Jimin looks down and if under any circumstances, he would laugh, but the degrading tone of his words turns Jimin on.
He reaches an arm back and pulls his panties to the side, not sure if hole is revealed but it gives Jungkook a better look at his bare skin. “Mm, please,” Jimin moans. “Want your cum.”
“Jesus fuck.” Jungkook groans and then he’s standing up, grabbing Jimin's hip with one hand before cumming all over Jimin’s ass. “S-shit.”
They’re not even trying to be discreet at this point, and Ms. Chang could walk in at any moment, but detention is definitely very close to being over so he’s not that worried. He can’t wait for them to get out of here and for him to finally get a release.
Jungkook rides out his orgasm, rubbing his cock against Jimin’s ass cheek and catching his breath. Jimin doesn’t want to get cum on his skirt when he lets it fall down, so he reaches his arm back once again to wipe the cum with his fingers. He turns around to face Jungkook before licking it off, not breaking eye contact with Jungkook at all.
“Thank you,” Jimin says sweetly, an obvious playful tone in his voice. Jungkook just shakes his head and laughs, exasperated.
“You’re so fucking— God.” Jimin giggles as Jungkook tucks himself back in his underwear and pulls his pants back up. They don’t have time to say anything else because the door is opening and Ms. Chang has returned. They make it back to their seats in record time, and Jimin even picks his pencil back up and starts writing nonsense on his paper.
The alarm she set earlier rings right on time, and Ms. Chang cheers. “Oh! Looks like it’s time to go!” They all begin to gather their things and Ms. Chang is out of the door before the two boys are, leaving with a generous goodbye and a smile. Oh, that poor woman. She has no idea what went down in her classroom just now.
He hears Jungkook gasp beside him then. Jimin looks over at him in question. “I didn’t even get you off or anything. That’s so rude of me, what the fuck.”
Jimin giggles at how guilty he looks, but he waves him off. “It’s totally fine. There’s always next time.” He cringes at himself, there probably won’t even be a next time. “Well, I guess we should, um,” Jimin says awkwardly, pointing a thumb towards the door.
“Yeah! We should.” Jungkook starts walking and Jimin follows along. They don’t talk for a good minute as they’re walking, both of them feeling shy and Jimin would make a joke about how they’re acting like teenagers right now but they are literally teenagers, so it’s valid.
They eventually start talking and Jimin learns that they get along very well. They have the same sense of humor, have the same mannerisms and their personalities just blend together very well. They’re also very flirty and the chemistry is so clearly there. Obviously, considering Jimin just sucked his dick in a classroom.
Once they walk out of the school doors, they walk to the front where the parking lot is. They kind of just stand there for a few seconds staring at each other. Jimin actually has butterflies in his stomach right now, it’s ridiculous.
“Can I have your number?” They ask at the same time, laughing after they do so.
“Yeah, you can.” Jimin bites his lip and walks closer to Jungkook, pulling out his phone and handing it to him. “Just text yourself and save your number.”
Jungkook does and his phone is buzzing in his pocket in the next second. Jimin takes his phone back and looks at the message thread. He laughs when he sees the contact name.
“Really?” Jimin deadpans, making Jungkook chuckle. “Detention dick guy? You could have just put Jungkook, you know.”
“That’s boring. What do you want yours to be?”
“Detention ass guy.”
“Funny,” Jungkook says, but he’s typing it in anyway. He pockets his phone again and scratches the back of his head. “So, uh, I’ll catch you later—“
He doesn’t get to finish that because Jimin is rising up on his tiptoes and pressing their lips together. Jungkook startles but kisses back immediately, grabbing Jimin's waist to bring him closer. It lasts a lot longer than the one back in the classroom, and it’s just what Jimin needed.
He pulls away and leaves one last peck on his lips before lowering himself on the ground. “Yeah, you will. Text me.”
They part ways and Jimin fucking squeals like the schoolboy he is once he’s far enough from Jungkook. His phone buzzes and apparently he wasn’t far away enough because Jungkook texts him:
cute squeal